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I can't possibly confess how many mistakes I've made over the past decade.
Not because I'm unwilling.
Rather, because they're beyond counting.
How many droplets in a hurricane?
How many grains in the Gobi?
So innumerable, so heavy, that I ran.
Just packed my old INS dufflebag with a few clothes.
Locked the door behind me.
And left a house full of sadness and a dozen empty whiskey bottles.
Where will I end up?
I can't say.
I've no idea.
For now, I'm in Oklahoma.
On the second floor under a sky so big and blue it'd make an atheist believe in Heaven.
I've lost 11lbs; losing more everyday.
I don't drink or smoke a 10th of what I previously did.
I hate many of the choices I've made.
I carried a lot of guilt here with me.
But each day gets me closer to forgiving myself.
And I pray those I've hurt or neglected find their way to forgive me, too.
If they don't:
I'll accept it.
It's their right; I'm not blameless.
I may never fully get back on my feet.
I may rise higher than I ever did.
But, either way:
I'll have gone down fighting.
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