another.
the door opens. the door closes. no answer. none expected. a hunger grows in me, so great my stomach begins to eat its self. a pain that can't be explained is some how welcome. no known cure other than time. one more night passed one less night to face. alone. i lock the door even though i want to leave again. the reality is crule. Changing
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