"Tough year so far then, huh?" He said after I told
him about losing my own place, having no money coming in, the overwhelming desire to end my own sorry excuse for an existence, and no
foreseeable job opportunities.
I smiled then, not because it was a defensive
action to a hopeless situation, but because I never should have made it
this far. I had felt as if my flower had withered, my leaves long
since fallen off and churned into nothing more than dust in the breeze,
roots rotten and gone. Yet here I am, standing in 2014 with a warmth I
had long since given up hope of finding filling me with the desire to
remain, to become greater than my past has allowed, to live.
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