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let it be known that these are uncharted waters. 
let it be known that this is a backwards wreckage at sea, where i save myself before the ship goes down,
where i only realize i’m sinking when i’m well past dead. 

let it be known that this isn’t a tragedy. 
this is the moment before the clouds crumble into something grey and ugly, 
the moment before the thunder and the lightning make way for the rain, 
the moment where i learn this is more about the aftermath than it is about the storm. 
this is more about the reconstruction. 

this is about the debris and concrete left on the ground, 
so assume that debris means my body and the concrete is my heart,
assume that i’m still picking the pieces up. 

for my own sake, i assume that this will take a while. 
but a project isn’t a project unless you’ve got your blood in it,
and a project isn’t finished until you’re bled dry,
so please assume i’ve only got a pint and a half left and that i’m running on empty. 

assume that this is the end, but don’t believe it’s over. 
there’s more heartbreak where this came from,
but there’s always healing in its wake. 

assume it’s there. 
assume it’ll find you. 
most of all, assume it’ll sink its teeth into you and never let go. 
not until you’re bled dry.

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