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Mar 2015
It's 4AM, I lay in bed - wide awake, waiting for the darkness to consume me. Another sleepless night. The sun starts to rise and the voices start to fade, another day wasted yet again. Oh how I wish I could rewind time and go back to when things were fine. As the sun sets, I go down the all too familiar path, my body burns with desire. Pill by pill, my eyes begin to flutter as my heart begins to slow. My pulse has faded and so has the voices.
Genoveva Preciado
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