To a Confession
I broke someone's trust today. What's worse, I found out a very dark secret about this person. This guilt--this lethal, purpose-sapping elixir that sloshes sloppily through my veins. A distinct sense of missing a target, an almost out-of-body experience that washes over you as you refuse to fully accept what you have done. There's a longing to go back in time, to grab the hands of the clock and force them to just a few hours before when I still had the chance to make things go the way they were supposed to.
What I have done?
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