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Sep 2016
Time is ticking away for him.
Those days when he's in the awake will slip out of his fingers like grains of sand on the beach.
The rushing tide will weaken him until he is yearning for sleep.

Storms are inevitable.
Tiredness is inevitable.
We must all rest to calm those raging waves,
but when he lays down to let his mind slumber,
he knows he'll never wake up again.
Kimberly Semiday
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Kimberly Semiday
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