It's 4:00 AM in New York, and the temperature is, not surprisingly, a December kind of subzero.
I wish I could fall asleep, but my mind is too busily trying to file away all the worries that have piled up on my desk. I can barely stand the sound of my own voice right now - I need the quiet.
Right this moment, this world is too brutal a place for someone like me.
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