Published at 2592 × 1944 in BOOK #2 CH. 11- 15
Are cracks between lives.
The slightest indulgence
will make them grow wide.
Little things start adding,
Then exponentially multiply.
’Til one day, eyes finally open
And you realize
A lifetime of building
Can’t bridge the divide.
Regrets and self-loathing……..



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