I was dead. Fallen so far and from such a place, no end in sight. No idea how to even begin to battle back. Truth be told, I didn't want to. Just let me may here and bleed a while. A year went by, then several. All the while, my silent consent screamed to the world, let me up I've had enough. No amount of desperation or destitution roused me from
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