I lie awake at night, unable to sleep. I have never felt the weight of chaos this immensely, so much time wasted in isolation. Now, I’m waist-deep in tragedy; the moist emotions staining my clarity of thought. There are people I wish to forgive, but I remember the betrayals. I wonder whether evil will visit tomorrow. I have lost my sense of time.

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