Fighting Words

Memories are the silent killer, the ones that wrap around your head and whisper into your ear that you could have done everything to change the thing you fear the most. 

Or worse, the ones that sweetly sing that song of regret where if you had changed one thing, Made one phone call, sent one text, wrote one word, everything would have changed.  

How were you supposed to know all that would change everything? How were you supposed to know what to do?

You were just a kid, who lost their entire childhood. 

But now you can fight with your quiet little voice. 

You can’t gain back what you’ve lost, but you can still smile. 

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