Sometimes I think about how close I’ve come to the edge. It’s one of those thoughts that sneak in when I’m about to fall asleep and for a moment, I’ll feel that weight again on my chest, the one I’d feel back then, when I was trying to fall asleep, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how close I was to the edge. How close I was when I was homeless, to lo…
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