Hilarious. That the cracks are only papered over. Even when I sought to sacrifice the beating to the furnace and sort myself out.
Side Splitting. That after admitting that not only I had fallen but also admitted defeat (rare indeed) that I seem to have not learnt one little bit. I am not so much the patron saint of lost causes, more the human embodiment.
Rib Tickling. That after all the set backs I still want to push to a front line where there is no success. That even after all this time I still really feel the same way.
But not surprising.
Ha ha ha.
Disaster is my closest companion, my bosom buddy. Misfortune is not so much a cousin as a brother to me now. But my regrets? I have not been able to leave all of them behind. Not yet. There's always...Tomorrow.
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