The days anymore seem to get longer. Even if I wish them to be shorter. I have to much time to think of nothing. Why was it when Mike was alive I felt like I didn't have enough time in the day, now it's all I have. I feel that I must recreate myself into someone else, because I'm not the person I have been for the last 22 years. I really don't know who I am.
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