Thursday, February 24, 2011

#6

Again this feeling of death overcame the entire body. Sitting in bed waiting for solitude, in which it never came. For there was no real reason the feeling of death engulfed itself upon the body, it just felt that way. Dry tear ducts lay broken as water didn't excrete from the eyes, the body scurries down to find it's empty. Everything is empty. It's all empty.

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