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I feel like some part of me is calling me home. To rest. My mind troubled by the emptiness. I lay awake so vividly aware of my painful existence. It’s too much. I have suffered enough.I don’t trust myself at night. I cry until the restlessness withers away, a scream becomes a yawn. This cowering in the dark, is there no end. Is this a test. To whom do I owe.

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