Another night. He might as well just sit here til dawn. It was 2:31 and he had to be up at 6:30 anyway, for a new appointment at a new facility. Maybe they could help him this time, maybe they would listen. He didn’t blame them really, for not understanding— that nothing they suggested worked. The pain was there, wasn’t going away and it had been months. Going to bed no matter how early or late, it didn’t matter. Nothing he tried let him sleep, let him forget. The candle was almost gone, the only company he had, flickered and died. It was 4:00 now, only a few hours left til daylight when he could forget for a while.
The Bag Lady 
This poor soul. I really feel for him. 🩷🌸
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A very poignant story
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