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Nov 2012
The tears fall for what feels like a thousand years.
I stand, watching them fall to the ground at my feet.
The pain in this head is unbearable.
The Thoughts, The Dreams, The Nightmares
That I enjoy without control.
In my sleeping head I look at pools of my own blood and scream.
Yet I come back to the conscious world with a smile on my face.
The New Kestrel
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