To make peace with my fate.Īnd if I can’t grieve enough to cure myself in my time here, I’ll remain sick. I’m done pretending I didn’t leave the largest part of me between these hills and valleys, between the sea of trees that hold my secrets. We were careless and reckless, thinking our youth made us indestructible, exempt from our sins, and it cost us all. I played my part, eyes wide open, tempting fate until it delivered.Īll of us are to blame for what happened. I let my sickness, my love, both rule and ruin me. I can still feel them all, my boys of summer.Įven when I’d sensed the danger, I gave in. It’s clear to me that I’ll never outgrow Triple Falls or outlive the time I spent here. It’s a ghost town, this place that haunts me, the one that made me.
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