Sleepless Nights.
For some, guilt rolls off the shoulders as if it never existed, with semi-hurtful words and actions flying effortlessly through email exchanges, texts, and the occasional phone call. For others, sleep is lost, apologies overloaded, and unrealistic vows (to end world hunger) exchanged for an untainted conscience. And the lengths we'll go end up tiring us out more than the guilt itself, filling hours with unrequited gestures in hopes that our sins will be forgiven and confidence restored, and broken bonds repaired in spite of the (minimal and fleeting) extent of the damage. Enjoy!
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