breaking

this situation is breaking.

I don’t know how or why but I believe I am about to be released from this den of thieves.

a cloud of doubt has prevailed for the longest time. As I struggle with daytime and nighttime threats. Only wanting to go home, wherever that might be. Pie in the sky. Money doesn’t grow on trees. The revolving door. The Catch-22. A living nightmare.

oh Lord! Let me go! And others like me!

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