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 The bruise left on your cheek will heal with time.
The remote shattered against the wall will be swept up so the narrative will align.
You will once again make excuses and tuck them into bed after removing the bottle from their hand.
Your hurt and pain, back to the darkest corner of your soul you remand.
Look into the mirror and don't recognize the specter looking back.
Tear running down the face now turning blue and black.
You know you must make a change somewhere in what's left of who you were.
Then the questions and self doubt creep in and the possibilities begin to blur.
Take a pill to help you sleep.
Lay down and welcome the darkness so deep.