Thinking.

On the floor sobbing, I thought I thought about how much I wasted my time, my life I thought about how much I wanted this damn job. How I'd fantasize about running away and becoming a detective. How when I ran away, when I finally got away, I dreamed of a life much different than the one I lived. How I was so determined to get a better life.

Now look. I'm on the floor of my office, sobbing. Breaking. Breaking like I once did all those years ago. Breaking like I once did after they screamed at me, screamed at me each day.

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Pub: 11 Oct 2022 16:13 UTC
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