I'm surviving. Not necessarily living. Trying to keep myself social and busy to pass the time, but more often than not, I enjoy the solitude and comfort of my bed and my four walls.
I just returned from a walk. Peaceful. Energetic. Even so, I feel a certain void.
Who says time heals all wounds?
I want to go home, the question now is, where is home?
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