But you knew that already

You're beating yourself up again.
The guilt that keeps you up at night is back again, 
and worse.
And only getting worse because, admit it--
You like it.
The longing for what used to be, and striving to move past it.
The striving not to long again,
But loving that.
It's funny.
It's horrible and funny
and it's stupid and you're stupid.
But you knew that already.

The End

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