It's a hard thing they say: waking up in a cold sweat, the reatreat of sleep fading back into Your pillow, the clock glowing fifteen minutes after life. It's always an upheval of twisted thoughts and almost home; the what if's, who could's, how can's, and why me's. A wasteland of fond memories and the killing feilds for wishful thinking. It's all
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