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I walked away again. Lost and afraid, I call out your name. My call echoing through the cold dead space of eternity. I look at myself in the mirror, not recognizing the perpetual stare of the man looking back at me. Who am I? Maybe the question is rather who have I become? The pressure in my chest, the restless beat of my heart. The feeling of being a waste of existence. Why am I here? What is my purpose? I keep asking myself these questions. Trying to find an ounce of meaning to my feeble existence. I gazed  upon the face of the stars, tears rushing down my cheek. With a faint reflection in my tear of a man; the man I could be. All of a sudden I’m surrounded by your grace. I now look at the mirror, and I no longer see despair. I see your face…