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Im lying in bed. Anxiety sticking to the sheets. I kind of like it here. Ive got everything I need in this square box of a room. Maybe all I ever really needed was a reason to stop and rest. Ive been running a race I was never meant to win for years. But nowstillness. Everything I have been working towards has halted. My gig at the Gettygone. My performance at the parkpostponed indefinitely. The sadness of losing it all lays on me like a weighted blanket.