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Feb 2011
I'm fading, slowly, but I'm still fading.
My eye lids are heavy, I have no energy.
I can feel the soft blankets brush against my skin.
I share thoughts with myself. Now I am at peace and
I will be at peace till the morning awakes me to a familiar routine.
Alethea Westlund
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Alethea Westlund
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   Marie Hackler
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