Time passed slowly, marked by the occasional car driving by.
Headlights swept the ground, momentarily bathing me in light before moving on.
The world outside the parking lot felt distant, unreachable.
I was stuck, caught in a cycle I couldn’t escape.
Hope was a fragile thing, easily shattered.
Yet, despite everything, a small part of me clung to it.
Maybe tomorrow would be different.
Maybe something would change.
The night stretched on, a vast expanse of quiet and solitude.
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