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Jan 2012
I wake...

sweaty and screaming

foolish and alone

And so I continue on...

Living each day

feeling his sweat...

And hearing his breath

In the back of my mind

Everytime silence creeps on me.

For night falls,

I know that when my head hits

that pillow...

the fight begins

And he always wins...

In the end.
Crystal Marie Dreier
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