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Nov 2014
I lay awake at night staring at the ceiling wondering why I can not turn my thoughts off.
Before my eyes the  ceiling comes to life playing out scenes from  my minds recollections. Is this a dream or am I awake. I know I remember doing these things thst are unraveling before my eyes only In these images I do things differently. Could this be my conscious telling me where I went wrong or is my brain playing tricks on me.  I wish I could close my eyes and this movie would end but even with eyes closed the story unfolds.  It is hard to differ between reality and fantasy. Which is real and what is the moral to this story.  Help me understand
eileen demiris
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eileen demiris  New York
(New York)   
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