Stained

Stained Path I tread. Stained with memories… good and bad. Stained bad because mistakes and missed opportunities. Stained good with the misery of knowing never more. Neither stains appear to me to help me in my expanding despair. I shall die, stained with who I was, nothing!

-SAB
Ale House, Waterford

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