September 8, 2010
By pencilchick GOLD, San Jose, California
pencilchick GOLD, San Jose, California
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Favorite Quote:
The sleep of reason produces monsters -fransisco goya

He looks at me and I cannot feel anything. The fog that encloses me is dark and dank. The feelings of my arms and legs are gone and dead. I wish he knew this; I know he sees my face that’s why we’re in this position. At least that’s what he tells me. I knew this would happen welcomed it even. Now here in the moment I dread it. I loathe it, I hate it, I’m over it. And yet there he is, and here am I. Lost and dumb, broken and over. He sees me I see him. He feels love. Me, I am fully terrified.

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