And just for thought...
It these nights when I fear the morning,
when I fear the loneliness I will wake to. I do not know the answer to this riddle nor am I sure of the point this parable is teaching. I pray to a god who has shown me little mercy and to a power I will never understand. This night my emotions make my heart beat too fast. I want to cry for the detours I was forced to take. It comes in waves, you know. If I could tell you what I needed, I would but I don't know. These nights I dread going to that bed alone because I know the emptiness makes me worse. I take countless nameless men but it does not fix a damn thing. I am tempted to give up, throw it all away. I know, I have come too far. The blood still stains my thighs, the pleas still echoing through the walls. I detest these nights when my rage takes over because I know the rage will still be here in the morning.
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