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I keep saying weird things these days that I don't really mean. I open my mouth and words skitter away from me like the leaves that can't hold on to the trees any longer. It's too cold. My tongue is a viper. I don't know when it will strike, or why it will lash out at certain people.
The older we get, the harder it is to take back what we've said. At least it's not possible to take back what we've done in the past, because I suddenly realized I have no regrets.
I feel something inside my head changing, but maybe it's just the dark chocolate, the cold, the good times and the bad.
The older we get, the harder it is to take back what we've said. At least it's not possible to take back what we've done in the past, because I suddenly realized I have no regrets.
I feel something inside my head changing, but maybe it's just the dark chocolate, the cold, the good times and the bad.
