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I feel so tired I have not slept in days because my mind keeps wandering, and the pit of my stomach feels like it did after my first childhood heartbreak. The sun is not even up yet, and I am panicking about the things I may forget. They are staging mental warfare on my mind waiting for that breaking moment.

Over the years, at this point, I would have given in, but now it is the same yet different experience I needed to become strong. Without it, I would have remained weak of my sins. I effortlessly spoke, looking at my wings; I am no angel but a warrior God.

I want to go home. I am not of this world, and they call me saying playtime is over. Come in for dinner or be their scapegoat, you, the little sinner.