My Daily Dose Of Writing 115

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“Sometimes when I’m sitting all alone in the middle of the night, I look over all my old work, and remember how miserable I was, how miserable I am. I want to cry every time, but I don’t want to get my dreams of someday where I’m not miserable, become damaged with the tears from the past that could never come out. Besides, no one can hear them. I’d rather have them be read anyway than heard, some dignity remains in being silent. “

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