Another 4am wake-up. Her bed was empty this morning, and yet, I felt a slight sense of relief that she slept out. I don't want her to feel trapped here. Suffocated is suffocated, whether by love or by hate.
There's a funeral today that I must attend, and I'm rolling in angry. I loved him, but I hated what he stood for. I hated those around him that profited from the same piracy, created the same fence around the swimming hole, and stood there as the elite.
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