All sound has died out. The cold dark night, gradually fills the room. Unable to sleep, holding on to the covers. Suddenly, that’s when it strikes.
As if my chest was being squeezed.
Feeling like I want to cry... a painful, uneasy feeling.
Yes. From the depths of my soul. A thing called loneliness is coming...
Sunday, March 23, 2008
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