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Friday the thirteenth

I just want to go home.
I suppose I'll have to establish one first.
I've never felt so out of place.
I've never felt more alone.
I just felt better when I could retreat to my own space.
I feel exposed.
Vulnerable.
Susceptible.
Please just give me the strength to endure.
To keep going.
In the same breath I would ask for the courage to end it all.
Just where I am.


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Friday the thirteenth