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October 28, 2011
The room was lit only by the porch light soaking through the blinds. "Too bright," you said, but at least I could see your eyes. There, where your pupils used to be, were the slits of madness. Of crazy. Of a beautiful, damaged mind.

Shadows fell across your face like a drawing from a comic book--too sharp to be realistic. Your hands looked too big for your arms. You moved like a puppet with rusty joints.

Inside of you, there are voices you can't silence. Inside is a terrible darkness. But inside you, there is greatness.

I see it.