What To Do

What to do.... what had he got himself into? How could he fix what he'd done? It was too late. Much too late. He'd have to live with it for the rest of his life. Sadly. There was no escaping it. Haunting and just out of reach, unable to stop, unable to ignore. Had he really wasted his life so much? Is this what was left for him? Disgusting. Horrible. Sour. Uninviting. Would he really stay around for that? Yet he needed to be there. He had to be there. People needed him and not just the ones that shot back. How would he live?

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