“The last time”

I swore it was the last time.

I guess I was wrong.

I knew it wouldn’t be the last time.

There would always be a next time.

I was always going to do it again.

But I swore I wouldn’t.

I swore it to them.

To all of them.

Because I needed them to believe me.

They had to believe me.

That was the only way.

The only way for me to keep going.

But I was always going to do it again.

It’s who I am.

It’s who I always was.

And swearing was never going to change that.

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