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Daily reflection.

Every night I sit and stare blankly at the walls.
It’s all I can do to escape the solitary thought that festers in my head
Like a wretched child.
It is the most complex and yet the most simple.
It is everything and it is nothing – a thought that cannot be accurately described in any sequence of words.
It is in this puzzled trance that I have accepted
That this world has nothing for me.
Goodnight.