January 29, 2009
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I awake in the night, I can no longer sleep. I don't see myself in the mirrors; I see somebody else. I am alone. I am dead. The red stripes on white flesh; Keep me somewhat sane. I stare at the ceiling; it is as cold and dead as I am. The pain burns within, As my life slowly fades away.

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