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November 1, 2010
I'm... so tired. Bone tired. Soul tired. Dead tired.

Heavy, heavy, heavy.

This sadness has injected molten metal into my bones. My blood has congealed in my veins. My heart pumps, pumps, pumps nothing but gradually hardening concrete. My skin has turned to stone. My muscles are sludge, tar, oil; thick but weak.

God help me, I can't breathe. I can't breathe! I can't breathe with these torn, ragged lungs. Choking. Coughing. Spitting up bile burdened blood.

Burn me. Burn this wretched soul trapped and tormented in my sinful body.

Can't you understand? Don't you see? I'm in such pain.