Rejection, burned deep into my insides. Obscured by a thin veil. Fleeting hope’s eternal torture. Connection to warmth and safety, unceremoniously severed. Phoning-in my purpose. A free man trapped in a self-made prison. Haunted by pervasive thoughts. Loneliness ever present, my loyal companion, my inviting refuge. Discarded without remorse. Desperate for time to save me.
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