I'll finally try to sleep...the alcohol thinning of my blood, a last gasp attempt at being numb...the moving furniture and the stink of cheap beer, the shallow laugh track and remote controlled fingers, all a feeble distraction from what has led up to this...the defining moment...the time I knew I should dread, but still convinced myself was
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Sometimes silence is golden. Most times, I think that silence is grey. This is one of the times where silence is grey.
Best wishes to you, and the hope that the morning brings something better.
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