I never felt more at fault then at that moment.
I never wanted to rescue someone more then her.
And I just drove
Three hours away,
Then six more.
I hurt someone to the point of destruction,
then decide to mend things.
I only have epiphanies on the eleventh hour.
I finally understand how to be there for someone,
then leave.
Why is it that?
I am no martyr,
But I sure try to act like one.
Shalom.
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