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I am beaten and worn too many things have come undone and it seems Fate itself is against me. But the sun is high and there is much that remains, so I struggle onward. Finally, as the last of my strength is stripped away, it is done. I come home and a stillness washes over me. I fall into bed and my head begins to sink into the cool soft of my pillow but sleep does not come easy. For tomorrow still remains and I have not the heart to face it. A delicate chirp interrupts my anxious thoughts, I turn and check my phone, what now will the world throw in my face? It is you, or rather a mere reminder of you. But this is all I need. My heart pounds briefly, a smile stretches across my face and I slip into a gentle, peaceful, sleep.
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Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 8:54 PM UTC
Perfect End
I am beaten and worn too many things have come undone and it seems Fate itself is against me. But the sun is high and there is much that remains, so I struggle onward. Finally, as the last of my strength is stripped away, it is done. I come home and a stillness washes over me. I fall into bed and my head begins to sink into the cool soft of my pillow but sleep does not come easy. For tomorrow still remains and I have not the heart to face it. A delicate chirp interrupts my anxious thoughts, I turn and check my phone, what now will the world throw in my face? It is you, or rather a mere reminder of you. But this is all I need. My heart pounds briefly, a smile stretches across my face and I slip into a gentle, peaceful, sleep.
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ben-nicolls
American
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 8:54 PM UTC
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