I lick my dry lips. I long for the quenching relief, to flow into my mouth and refresh my soul but even this is denied me. It's early on Valentine's Day 2006 but I'm not awake for some romantic action or loving experience. I'm heading to the hospital as soon as I get ready.
The dripping of the faucet after my shower reminds me of my mission, to stop
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Thank you for the kind words. You made me tear up all over again.
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