30th Year

It is now, in our 30th year
That I wonder

What was any of it but just tiny little mistakes and miscommunication…?

The thoughts still run through my mind: was it me? Was there any other option?

A messed up teenager and her friend: the end…

And it really was, wasn’t it? The end.

And it was my choice. In the end. To walk away.

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