the cycle started early this morning. The same thing every morning. The same amount of noise at the table I eat at with my family..the people I don't know. Somehow I manage to make it home, and I can never put into understandable words the staggering feelings I get when I walk in the door. Out of place. Akward. Lonely. Angry. Your same ugly face
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