Nothing compares to,
The gut wrenching moment when,
You see what you've done.
The sirens ring out,
A tidal wave of guilt that,
Pulls back, building up.
And the worst part is,
You know, what goes up, comes down,
And it'll come down hard.
The higher you are,
The harder you fall, and you,
You were at the top.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 2:33 PM UTC
Nothing compares to,
The gut wrenching moment when,
You see what you've done.
The sirens ring out,
A tidal wave of guilt that,
Pulls back, building up.
And the worst part is,
You know, what goes up, comes down,
And it'll come down hard.
The higher you are,
The harder you fall, and you,
You were at the top.
the best part about rock bottom, is the ground can't cave in on you
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