8 years.
The contract is over.
I have been thinking about all that has happened in the last 8 years. 11 years.
I think we will spend our whole lives searching for its meaning.
The violence starts over again in the place that we thought we had put behind us.
No matter how far we push it away, how far we get away from it, it is never very far away at all.
It is a wound that has not even begun to close.
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