I walked into the bathroom unable to see through the tears in my eyes. I'm not a man given over to crying but when I do
it's endless. I just punched and head-butted the mirror until everything seemed to make sense.. and it wasn't until I sat down, back to the wall in a pile of broken glass an a trickle of blood running down each cheek.. I realised I still didn't have a clue... But I didn't have the energy to get back up.
no pictures. no music. just nothing.
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