Going Home

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This was probably the only easy thing to do everyday. Just sit in my car and drive down the long narrow back roads to get to my house. It was the only time I felt a sense of relaxation, ever. That's probably the only reason why I would drag myself out of bed every morning. It felt like I was a thirsty cat, and that I was searching for any water to lick up for that little moment of relief.
But, that day I felt different in the sense of relaxation. I didn't get that relief. Instead driving felt like a punch in the gut, and that I was driving into an eternity of nothing.

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