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Updated: Jul 10, 2021

Sometimes the pain from my past drowns me.


I feel like I'm held underwater, unable to get air.


I'm reminded of the choices I made. My pride and arrogance. Dismissing my family, thinking I didn't need them. Thinking that I was better than them.


And now I'm alone, surrounded by them.


WIshing for a text from them.


Wishing they would check how I'm doing.


Wishing they'd ask about what happened.


Wishing for those hard conversations.


Wishing I didn't feel like a disgrace or an outcast.


Hoping and wishing for something that may never happen.


An unrealistic expectation.


I'm sorry that I left.


I'm sorry for the choices I made.


I'm sorry that I didn't ask for your help or advice.


I'm sorry.

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