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1:19am

1:19 am It's one nineteen in the morning. No light is on in the room. It feels like night. My mind is a nightmare. It's flooded with thoughts of fear. I'm filled with fright. I'm the definition of alright. Right? I'm use to this darkness. It's a place I've made mine. It's a familiar place that I visit. I go there all of the time. I know all of my faces. I know my fears. It spawned from happiness. Happiness I once held dear. I'm filled with fright. I'm the definition of alright. Right? I crafted this place with my own hands. I made my own personal hell. I'm shrieking and shaking. I vomit and collapse. I am not well. I was in a recession. I finally gave into this depression. I'm filled with fright. I'm the definition of alright. Right? I feel everything at once. Suddenly, I feel numb. It's finally over. It's finally done. I'm alright. Right? 4/13/2020 Thomas James Tom

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