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Nightfly
Guest
There is something missing, a fear, something that frightens me. I turn to other things because I am weak and am a mess. No one knows about me and I would die if they did. I am scared and am on a train I am not sure I can ever get off. Jesus help me, show me the light so I do not turn to the dark. I have no real friends and I am a stranger to my wife. I would die for my family but I am running on fumes. I am such a loser.
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