It was a full moon that night.
The three of us stumbled through the door and sat on the floor debating nonsensical philosophies about how we would rule the world. As it neared close to 1 AM, the conversation turned serious. One of my friends decided to share one of the most painful stories I’ve ever heard right then and there. I was stunned by the honesty, vulnerability, and courage that poured out of him.
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I hoped that it would be the last time I would hear such a story. But as time passes, it seems it’s only one of many and each time I hear a similar version from a friend…my heart aches so deeply I can hardly bear it. When will the violence stop?
It’s frustrating being so far away and knowing you cannot change anything. One of my friends is struggling with her demons and I’m desperately hoping that she’s going to be ok. I’ve had my share and I wouldn’t wish it on anybody. I only wish we could stop doing these things to one another.
Can we make the world a better place, please?
