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It was an easy answer when she picked up the bottle to drink a little bit more to numb the never ending pain that followed like her permanent shadow. How she wished she could turn out the light turning day into eternal moonless night, but that switch just alluded her.

'Have you seen my keys?' he shouted, his tone reaching up the stairs and grabbing her by the throat. She waited, giving no response, her silence sucking the air out the room. Then, the thud of the door, him gone for another shift, her left to sink a little bit more.

How had it come to this, her once bright life brought down to an endless loneliness assuaged only by blinding her senses. A series of crushing rejections, an illness that took too long to go, a Father who hated just about everything he'd touched, a child never arriving. It was a story with little to uplift her small broken heart.

'Why go on?' asked her callous alter ego.

'Because I must,' she muttered through pursed dry lips, 'because I must...'



I'm always astounded by the secrets people carry like heavily weighted rucksacks in their souls. Humanity. Do something for me and hug a soul this night.

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