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Gazing out across these dreary, gray waters as I feel
the bitter aggressive wind in my pale white face.
I can't help but wonder was it all worth it. Watching
the waves crash brutally below me as I stand alone
on the wet, damp rocks above. I try to imagine my life
as if it were somehow different. Could I have made
better choices, a different path? Seems so vague now.
Seems like decades, this solitude. So many memories
flooding my immortal mind...
So much time has passed since that dreadful night
in New Orleans. Truth does hurt sometimes. No regrets,
really, for what I did, if you could call it regret, only for
what I lost. Love was real, seemingly, or what I thought
to be love. This is my tragedy...
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Gazing out across these dreary, gray waters as I feel
the bitter aggressive wind in my pale white face.
I can't help but wonder was it all worth it. Watching
the waves crash brutally below me as I stand alone
on the wet, damp rocks above. I try to imagine my life
as if it were somehow different. Could I have made
better choices, a different path? Seems so vague now.
Seems like decades, this solitude. So many memories
flooding my immortal mind...
So much time has passed since that dreadful night
in New Orleans. Truth does hurt sometimes. No regrets,
really, for what I did, if you could call it regret, only for
what I lost. Love was real, seemingly, or what I thought
to be love. This is my tragedy...