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Aug 2011
The jig was up, a growing sense of dread, a daily disconnect, a brief moment of clarity.  

A sense of urgency, a hesitation, a fear, a lie, about my plan to die happy.

An absolute madness, an unanswerable question, how to survive without my only true friend.

A buffer to dull feelings, a wall against emotion, my righteousness of isolation.

Still, a dull awareness, a painful realization, a brutal knowing, an obvious choice to live or die.
P E Kaplan
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P E Kaplan  Belfast, Maine
(Belfast, Maine)   
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