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Thursday, November 11, 2004
 
I wake in pain.

I’m dying inside.

A clot of anguish rises into my throat and does not vanish.
It is relentless.

They’re all dying.
Fading.

Everyone.

I dream of death.

Each night it takes a new form.
It claims another person.

I am aching.

I don’t want to sleep.
But she beckons.

Please make it go away.

I lie in bed,
Slowly panting as tears refuse to rush out.

Help.

Endless.

I dream of love,
As time runs through my hand.








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