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December 25, 2019
He surveys this country he's in. It's bleak. No it's not. He was thinking of his former home. Though it always had hot meals and coffee, a nice bed and his mother's love, it was bleak in that it didn't give him joy. For so long he believed that being sad and forcing himself to do things he didn't want to do was the "good" way to live. Now he knows he can leave. He did leave. He's somewhere else now. If you leave something does it mean you love it less. He's still asking this. He's still clueless. Maybe?