March 18, 2010
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In my dream I meet death.
It is unexpected. I scream
My dad is there
I reach for him
I miss
I am trapped
I’m being pulled away
My voice is gone
Death is near
The knife is coming
The knife is closer
Memories rush by
Thank you God
It is closer
And I open my eyes.

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