When the urge is there, but the words won't come, it is just one more symptom of what is wrong inside, the grinding of the gears, the distraction, the faint ache and wearyness that never seems to fade, until that missing bit, the lost part, the ingredent that is lacking is returned to me...
Only then can I function at my fullest, then I can be who I really am, then I am complete...
Then I no longer hurt in a way that never gets better, or worse, it just sits there and saps me...
I hate you time, you march by far too slow...
~Caleb
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