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Friday, June 29, 2007

and probably it is hard to comprehend, the tears that soaked my pillow deep in the night. when the world sleeps and i lay awake, unable to close my eyes. the serenity was a facade. the cold, silent night was a cover. evil lurks beneath and we're all victims.

if someone, anyone at all, could find the right words to say. i'd like to hear them. maybe we can all feel better. maybe we won't feel so emotional yet emotionless at the same time.

if words could kill...the words struck a chord, and it kind of killed a part of me inside. i was speechless. what do you say? what do you do? nothing would help. a part of me died last night.

a sudden fear struck me. i thought of you. and you. and you. and i feared. yet i half reprimanded myself. there are too many yous to keep. how can i be sure. there's no sure thing in this world. and so the fear grew. i couldn't sustain the calmness in my head.

everything was a void, and i was left with my own imagination. it ran wild. too wild. i thought i was dreaming. maybe not. i wished i was dreaming. i kept thinking that i'm dreaming until i drifted off.

and this morning i woke up and realise everything was real.

nobody wants it to be real. but it is.

i'msorryandiwishicouldhelpyoubutiknowtheresnothingmuchthaticando.
-cheryl
9:15 AM





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