Sometimes,
at night when it's quiet,
I think about all the things I didn't say to people that should have gotten to hear them,
not like that,
not revengeful,
or avenging anything,
people who deserved good,
people who should know they live a good life,
and are good people,
and as he says, draw from the reservoir of good,
people like that,
and then I wasn't sure,
perhaps it felt like a draught,
but surely it wasn't so dry it was irreparable,
right?
surely not---
surely not---
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