"Unnamed"
Today, I attended a funeral. An old fashioned, screaming and shouting, bawling and stomping funeral. And like every one I've attended up until this point . . . I was flabbergasted, stoic. Death is the one true certainty in life. The moment you are born, is the instant you start dying. It's almost funny. The other day I heard a line in a song that just stood out: "everybody dies, but not everybody lives." I don't want to regret. Ever. I actually prayed for Megan, for us, and the chance to make things right. I don't feel like I'm making enough of an effort, but . . . I know that this is my last chance. And I refuse to sabotage it, like everything else. But unlike the other shit, I didn't really care, thus the apathy. She spins my top. And I owe it to her, myself, those that have listened to me cry and whine to make good on my word and promises.
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