I’m losing grip and I’m losing hope. This highway is turning into a dead end. It’s been awhile since I’ve been back but this seems to be my last resort. I don’t know where else to turn. There are no other escapes. There is My last hope.
I just can’t write my story. I’m in trouble. A lot of trouble. I can’t see a happy ending in sight.
Goodbye.
We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.
~Luciano de Crescenzo
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