January 18, 2009
My head swirls, my eyes unfocus.
I try to see but there is something in my way. I cannot see him but I know he's there. Running from what I cannot explain. May be a figment of my imagination, and yet it is so real, so true , so scary. I run, I scream but his hands are at my throat my throat burns. My eyes are watering, are watering plants of sorrow that shant bloom until the most inoppertune moment. I finally scream.

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