I’m awake at 1 AM again. I was dreaming about being stuck. I had a pocketknife and I was in a small room, maybe a prison cell, and I was having to chisel my way out through a concrete wall. The frustration of not being heard is weighing on me.
I can’t make someone understand me if they refuse to listen or work with me. That’s the difficult f…
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