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Saturday, September 17, 2005
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I lie within the embrace of my bedsheets, seemingly at peace. My mind is running circles. I see the images flashing before my eyes, however; something else appears. A familiar figure croutched upon itself, blood dripping from it's wrist, clinching from pain. It follows it's life, face first into the blood. I rise in a cold sweat, gaze upon my wrists. To my suprise, they were dripping blood. I look upon the surface which I laid upon, drenched in blood and sweat alike. Drowned in confusion, I seek an answer...
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