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The room's spinning, my heart's racing fast, gasping for air, waiting to die. Die dammit! Why can't anyone hear me? I'm trapped. Can't you hear me! I'm all alone with remains of a life that should never have been.

Living in constant darkness, sinking in the depth's of my own soul from the shame and fear. All I remember is what seemed like a fattened calf brought to the slaughter house for men skilled at butchering to unleash. Every despicable act; another petal plucked from its fragile...

"Good morning riders, this is the 7:55am train to Tinktime, Hopesville. Please have your tickets ready."

How much longer? How do I tell Lolu? Which is the lesser of the two evil? The fact that I have been out of work or that I wake up each morning pretending I’m heading to work. I think the pretense might hurt her more. O, wretched man that I am. More like, Idiot! Why did I let this go on for this long.

The hardest part of my day is the evenings. Mornings are a breeze....