… To be sitting at work on Xmas, thinking broken thoughts? I’ve caught my reflection’s gaze a few times today and thought. “What’s wrong with you? What’s the matter?”

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The answer has been “I don’t know” and it’s baffling, saddening, unfulfilling and down.

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Can’t vent about it to anyone. Can’t talk about it with anyone. None are here, or available, or about. Nor do I want to burden.

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Ah the burden of a burdened mind. Such drama.

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-Benjamin Andiyar