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Doing Time
Eight years.
Enough time to change a man.
Eight years.
Thats how long it took for me to get the fucking point.
Eight years.
My heart broken, stabbed with the curse of your accusations.
Eight years.
Make up sex, the perfect mix of hormones and confusion.
Eight years.
Everyday, thinking "today is the day you'll realize I love you with my everything."
Eight years.
Of picking up shatter glass with shards of broken spirit.
Eight years.
It took to get my life back.
Eight years.
To realize it was all just a bad dream.
Eight years.
To realize that your ups and downs were chemical.
Eight years.
I finally build the confidence to love again.
Eight years.
Time better spent in prison.
Eight years.
I realize it's easier loving myself rather than leading a horse to water.
But it took eight fucking years!
Ugh.
