November 19, 2009
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My eyes sting, my lungs constrict, body ridgid.
Everything equals pain.
Once there were fairy tales and dreams of simple happiness.
Now, we have only an inescapable war with Ourselves and nightmares that are just old Memories.
My head and body wish for implosion of a sort; something all comsuming and destructive.
Where can I find the relief I seek?

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