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I will lay in bed staring toward the ceiling. The room is "dark" but I can see the outline of the stain from the rain prior the roof being fixed.
How does one feel nothing but think about everything all in the same moment?
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He's gone.
He's decided he is done. He will be moving out.
She has no fight left. She's done pleasing, no more being ignored, no more hoping, no more waiting.
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