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My life is mundane.
Every morning I will wake up exactly as the digital numbers of my bedside clock read seven. The mint infused tea made for me by a maid will sit patiently on the countertop, the tendrils of smoke hypnotizing my tired eyes. My morning jog will always be along the same route. Each morning I will see Mr. Harries creeping in through the front door, dress shoes in hand after a night at his assistant's apartment, who is the same age as his eldest son. Mrs. Roland will arduously lift up a pale white hand in greeting as she waters her dried Cannas.
I will go home and I will not find my father. My mother would lie, alone in their huge bed, the covers wrapped tightly around her in the same manner that I would wrap mine when I was seven and afraid of the monsters under my bed.
I will go to school in my expensive red car. A birthday present from my father, a consolation for his absence that day. I will go through the motions. Study for exams. Escort my drunk girlfriend home. Ignore the fact that I had found her in that state with another guy in his bed. Numerous times.
Some days I will lie alone in bed and try to convince myself that I am happy.
Some days I will try my hardest to ignore the ever present pain lingering in that spot on my chest right below my throat.
Some days when the world is asleep, impervious to everything around, I will cry.
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