I can't figure out why I don't just leave the Fax. I can't breath most of the time. Memories of reality flood my mind. It stops me in my tracks to recall Melissa and her life. Reality life as I refer to it when I'm mentally reminded. It doesn't seem real. A lie that Mo invented to deal with it all. Generally not dealing with it at all. Mentally broken by it the path and cut cut by the Beast. Still alive bleeding and bruised. No worse for the wear. Thanking God, feeling blessed to be alive thankful in life standing tall
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