I’m Not Sure How I Got Here

You pick me when I’m not me – when you think I’m someone else completely. And I always pick you.

The problem is, who you fuck alters timelines, and you fucked in the wrong order. Her first.

You don’t know what I’ve given to god and the times I’ve given it up and how many times I’ve sworn to stop something for good. But I never do. And the mere promise of it – quitting – is enough to keep me conducting for my whole life which, if I’m lucky, lasts ’til 2062.

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