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I wish I knew how many times to say it, to reflect, and burn it into memory's sake only to watch the words leave me brittle and flake and blow away. I wish I could take my whole life and sum it into words that would be the essence of me, and then where would I be.
A whole of experience and today the words of life have left me and I am lost. IN an abyss, adrift and not knowing but going somewhere. I see land and it is called death.
I am a refugee here until I am directed home. I am lost and unafraid. A refugee.
