The story is a very rough draft, typed on a phone in the wee hours of the morning. Sleep is an elusive beast some nights. And, some nights your heart aches. And, you don't know whether it's real pain or some phantom pain. Some pain that says, 'Listen asshole! I got used to being around constantly and some nights you need to hurt again to feel normal.'
I'm tired. I might be broken. And, some days I don't know what I'm doing anymore. But, at least it's reality.
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