I've had the urge to wander around my neighborhood every night for almost a year now. To get away and to explore my surroundings. To see what it's like after midnight.
But ever since this.... thing or whatever happened to me, I've expanded my walking to all over town. Every morning I come home exhausted and on the verge of collapse, and my mother hardly even notices. Every night, I'm out among the homeless and the broken. Every night, I'm searching. I don't know for what.
It's as if my feet move by themselves.
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