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Misery
I sat on the foot of the bed lost & broken mostly. No walls. No pictures or city spires to see. No dresser, no place to put my clothes, or my things, no desk, no chair or living room to fashion or room to roam with my memories. Yet everything, and all the worry of its upkeep belonged to me.
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