No amount of chocolate will be able to heal

the broken parts that tear the soul apart.

Happiness isn’t real. It was doomed from the start.

No amount of wishing will bring the one who was lost

There’s no walking it out and no doing it at all costs,

because, frankly, before I can be my best self I should live as my worst.

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