I don't think anyone is coming. I feel so alone. I'm going to go defecate and then fall asleep in my own filth. That's what refugees do. They sleep in shit.
If there were no rewards to reap, no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I've chosen here, I certainly would've walked away by now.
If there were no desire to heal The damaged and broken met along this tedious path I've chosen here, I certainly would've walked away by now.
