the world is always a little uglier when you admit to yourself your own part in making it that way for yourself. even if you could never in a million years admit it to anybody else. but when you make it sound like its all somebody else's fault, nobody believes you and inevitably think the worst anyway... point is. you make a small mistake, or were too messed up to remember, and so was everybody else... how do you ever know what really happened? its really important to know when the consequences of the sum of these moments destroy lives, but you can never truly know. i wonder if it all comes flashing back right before you die?
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