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Or would it painfully exhume the hurt I’ve buried deep inside if by chance or miracle, your world and mine collide?
Someday, it will make sense: where I am and where you’ve been. When, on the other side,
we are together once again.
I began losing weight because my appetite for food, for life, had slowly dwindled down to nothing. There was no desire to perform daily functions, to work, to move, to live. I couldn’t understand how people continued to exist after losing the very reason for such existence. What was left to motivate? Hope? I didn’t believe in hope anymore. Love? I didn’t want to hear the word uttered in my presence. Faith? In what would I have faith? God? I now denied His presence in my life, and all other lives for that matter. My only escape was via one of two options: madness or suicide.
The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life
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