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RE: And... (a poem for someone, or maybe a bunch of someones, or maybe a something)
Isn't that the beauty of it?
Don't know if I'd call it beautiful or harrowing ;)
Hmm I meant the right thing according to you at the time. There is no ultimately right thing, as you said. But there is some comfort in knowing you acted as well as you could at the time. Beats knowing you were a shitty person.
It's weird at times, maintaining a certain mindset or feeling so as to draw on it, because in a way, you're denying your body's natural healing process.
And hey, don't be so harsh on yourself.