I'm experiencing deep and horrible pain in my gut, except it's not my literal gut, it's my hypothetical gut-- the one that feels things; the one that warns you of all the red flags. Ahh, red flags. There were so many from the start. I noticed them. Did I acknowledge them, though? Debatable.
Did I avoid them? Dear, no. Did I embrace them? Regrettably, yes. Do I regret them? Strangely enough, not really. A few months ago, when this tumour was still in its zygotic stage, I already warned myself that this would happen. "Don't fall," I told myself. "You'll get hurt," I insisted. But warnings, no matter how fair, when coming from yourself is just regrettably not that easy to follow.
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