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The old man across the room was asleep. His breathing the only sound in the room. My mind had been turning in circles, my heart tying into knots. My mothers face, twisted with grief, floated behind my eyelids. That's why I couldn't sleep. That's why I tossed and turned. I hated myself for the pain I caused her. I couldn't. I musn't. I won't.
The pain was threatening to tear me apart.
I couldn't escape.
I was going nowhere until my memory came back.
I couldn't leave.
I was trapped.
I was alone.
The strangers expect so much.
They come in here.
They try to make me remember.
They try to help.
They don't.
They have no idea how painful it is for me to see their frustration.
I'm tired of forcing a smile.
Tired of pretending.
tired of expecting.
I want out.
The pain was threatening to tear me apart.
I couldn't escape.
I was going nowhere until my memory came back.
I couldn't leave.
I was trapped.
I was alone.
The strangers expect so much.
They come in here.
They try to make me remember.
They try to help.
They don't.
They have no idea how painful it is for me to see their frustration.
I'm tired of forcing a smile.
Tired of pretending.
tired of expecting.
I want out.
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