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October 29, 2010
Sleep holds no nightmare worse than of our bed empty without you.

But when I cried, it wasn't the forlorn cry of a lonely wife. No, when I cried last night, it was the cry of a heart broken and infected and knowing, at last, that its pain won't be healed. Not by you. Not by them. Because no one has what I need. Because I don't know what I need.

I know what I want. Some strong antidepressants and a few sessions with a qualified shrink to start. Maybe some hydros to coast along on.

I want you back.