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The snow falls on a Christmas morning. The family is all here and everybody is together. Kids begin to open gifts that sketch a smile on their face. There is food scattered on the long table.
It’s eleven at night as I lay in my bed face first completely covered with pillows. I haven’t eaten or spoke to someone the entire day. My room is filled with silence except for the slow music that plays through the pitch black room.
My mind is a needle in a hay stack looking for its way out. It is the one key on a key chain of hundreds. My thoughts ...