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September 20, 2010
Things get hazy. I begin to forget what was reality and what was a fantasy. So let me tell myself the facts. Let me remember the truth.

The red candle. Remember that flicker? That was me.
The deer. Remember the warmth of another creature?
The black sulfur on my fingers and having felt no pain.
The white flashes.
The exhaustion after.
The slick, liquid surface of souls.
The tearing feeling of leaving you behind.
The burn of someone else's pendant.
The exhilaration.
The power. My god, the power...

Why can't you understand what it's like to be powerful, beautiful, amazing?