Emotionally,
I’m about as drained as one can be, without simply keeling over dead. Spending day after day after day just being little more than alive, constantly searching for a solution that cost more than my heart can afford, is like a desiccant for my... me. I have these little fires in
me somewhere, but I can never quite track them down. I know they’re burning and
sometimes, on good days, I can even see a wisp or two of smoke, but then it’s
gone. If I could just find one, I’d stoke the flames as high as I could.
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