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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-01-13 | | I’m falling down. My only company is darkness. first: I’m alone and thinking of what I’ve lost. I’m thinking about all the times I stayed in because of what was out. I’m thinking of the many, many timid words that never left my mouth. I’m thinking of all the people I let die I’m thinking of all the ones I didn’t. I’m thinking of the mess I left of my room, and of the mess I left of a presence. I’m thinking of all the courage they had, And all which I lacked. I’m thinking of you, but only a little. second: And then I remember everything else: the hazy two years, the black days, the forgotten hours, the strange faces, the unfamiliar names, the undiscovered bruises, the mystifying attraction, the drink, and then the poison. third:: I’d say to be dead is to feel nothing, but I feel something. Outside I feel warmth, inside I feel nerves clinching, and even deeper inside I feel relief: finally, I’ve found closure. the end: I’m falling down.
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