“At least I’m man enough to admit that I cheated and that I regret it.” “No. Real men don’t have to admit and regret it, because real men don’t cheat.”
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I’m sorry. I tried.
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Face.
'I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm.
You don't see the lightning,
but you hear the echo.'
of you need to smile.
