Dying Inside

Posted: February 22, 2011 in February
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I dreamed about him again last night. It didn’t really bother me that much. Not at first. But then I realized the dream was about me dying and that the only thing I would want as I lie dying on the cold ground somewhere would be just to see him one more time. I’d die happy if he’d actually talk to me…

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