Darkness is not always
the same, all the time.
Even now at 3:03 a.m., nothing
looks as it did last hour, last
week, or last year at
this time.
It is now a different shade
than you thought, even
hoped, it would be.
It’s not your fault; the blame
belongs somewhere else, to
someone else, but
the shame is all yours.
Let it go.
Let it flow into the darkness.
It won’t be the same
next time.
j.g.l.
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