I tried
Twice.
It was the same chemical.
It was the same bathroom.
It was just months apart.
I was hundreds of miles away from home.
I was six feet above where I longed to be.
I failed.
Twice.
Though, I'm glad that, regarding this particular aspiration, I was a failure.
But I can't say I feel any better.
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