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What have I done? He is restless without my touch. He needs constant reassurance. Is there no faith that I can give him? I have done no wrong. No reason t thing of another. Stress eats me whole.
I sat in the pale green light nearly disappearing into myself.
My body's aching stuck in this rut. I'm wanting windows to open instead doors slam shut. I live a life that can be taken away so easily it can be stripped from my soul. Yet I still trek on living as day to day.
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