my best life 07.10.17.1204P

The Storm
It was late one night and I could hear the rumbling of
thunder in the distance as I sat on the floor of my room
back in Ohio. Spring was coming. The sign of a new
season and new opportunities. However, what filled my
room was an atmosphere of weakness, shame, instability
and desperation.
It had become overwhelming.
It was 3:30 in the morning as I sat in the dark. My chest
had become very tight and the months of sadness seemed
to manifest into physical pain. I felt as though I had
reached an end. My life had no more significance or
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