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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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