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I point my finger up towards a star, the brightest star in sight, and I make a wish. I wish that I were not alone. I feel the cold like a presence. A force that makes me drift towards sleep. I force my eyes open knowing that now isn’t the best time to dream. There’s a place to rest ahead and all I have to do is resist the temptation of sleep to survive the night.

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