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November 26, 2010
My mind is a mess. It is filled with bright colours and eyes and one word sentences that make sense but don't, really. Not at all.

I am haunted by figures of people with empty eye-sockets and sharp bone collar bones and skeleton figures made of glass so fragile that when i push them away they shatter into a million pieces but the shards never go away.

They strangle me with hot-breath words and dragon fire and claws that rip out my heart but they can have it. Just leave.

December's near