The truth is I don’t know who anyone is or was and I’ll never figure it out through watching movies or playing charades. The only way I can speak your language is if you let me talk to people directly. I know that will never happen so here we are. Every day I will live with the uncertainty. Every day I will pray for peace. At least there is not some massive storm surging through my veins anymore. It is more like a slow trickle of dull rain. Gray. Consistent. The same. Not a lot of colors. Not sure which is worse (the storm or the drip) but at least I am not dying inside anymore. Not dying yet. You say we are all here for a purpose. I used to believe that. I hope you are right.
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