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The many miles seemed to go backwards. My journey’s merely taking me further away from you, not toward. The brokenness, bareness, to know I cannot touch you. The pain of hearing the torture you are going through.

I am helpless. This is the change that has become. This is the journey to take. After extreme highs of course I would be tested with such an extreme low. Not because I am wrong. It is showing me I am right.

What am I supposed to be finding on this journey?

My way back to you, or…