It's almost over.
I have no regrets.
Three more weeks and hiatus. Only temporarily though.
People have been good. Friends have been better.
Beer is still the same. So are the nights.
Drunken debauchery is a compilation of my week.
We're headed in the right direction.
Choirs will sing our songs.
I can chase all I want. But it won't matter as long as there is a consolation prize.
A trophy would be nice. But settling down after a championship would be better.
Love is not lost. It is just hiding somewhere.
I've discovered more.
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