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Where do I go?
Nights feel more normal, whatever normal is these days, but when the morning comes it all falls apart. It slowly breaks and by noon it is shattered in the pit of my stomach. If I sleep until the sun goes down I will be ok, crawl back to the cave and hide until it all goes away.
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You're a poet.
I'm here if you need someone to bring you something while you're hiding...
I love you.
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