Monday, 6 February 2012

Who am i: Day One Hundred Forty Two

Hi. I'm tired. My eyes are lulling slowly into a sleep that will swallow me whole. I can't though, I want it so bad, but its waking me. The cries and shrills keep me awake, and the constant reminder of complete coldness. I want pure solidarity right now. Just plain silence and blackness. I feel terrible. I can't write anymore.
Originally Patience

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