Crime of Life
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
  Déja Vù
At the time, I was certain that I was playing my hand well, and now I’m even more certain that I was wrong. I should have gambled more when I needed to instead of just waiting for her to act. I never had control of the situation. I was confident she would call, and it left me in that familiar awkward situation all over again. Déja vù. I never had her, and yet, it felt like I lost her all over again.
 




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This is a collection of my entire life's sentences as I have judged them.

Some are innocent, others are not, but each hides within it a subtle prisoner; a villain that could be freed if you pried the lines apart like cell bars and read between them, detailing remorse for a crime of life that can no longer be disguised.

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