I’ve always thought life has been fair to me, even with all the ups and downs. I consider myself pretty lucky for this very reason. But when shit happens, something on a large scale, it just punches you to the ground, and you never really get up again. You eventually do, but you aren’t the same person anymore. You change. Things aren’t the same anymore. Your mind starts working in a new and extremely unimaginable way. The sense of regret will always stay with you, however small.
So here I am, the changed me. I understand you never really saw my real me, but, hey, what did you expect?
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