The knowledge feels like acid

sliding down his throat.

He runs for hours
without stopping,

a madman
in a hopeless quest
for oblivion.

He finally falls over exhausted,

breathing in large gulps,

his face covered in tears.

A door opens

and a voice beckons:

“You need help."

"I can help you."

"I have been waiting”

He turns to her

and there is
a silent recognition

that comes
with great sadness

and regret.

“Come inside."

"You are safe now.”

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