What's That Noise
I guess I didn't know how much pain I was in until I finally stopped and breathed in deep enough to feel the broken bones rattle and the shards of broken promises cut deep into my vital organs. I'm alive but barely living. This is the price of petty pride and poor coping mechanisms. Oh, how I wish I could've learned more as a young man.
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Rich P. | Year Posted 2019
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