4:45 a.m. - 2004-04-20
The Cheese is at the End of the Maze
He breaks my heart every single night, and I, the bitter-cynical one, roll over and take it because I've left my strength in a peach pit. I've now come full circle, traveling countless miles in order to allow a family to make me feel worthless without even the excuse of blood. So he slumbers in peace while I search these unfamiliarly dim stars for the answers he's as unwilling to part with at four a.m. as he is at twelve p.m.

I have never felt so trapped.

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