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Feb. 4th, 2004
It's so quiet.
Feb. 4th, 2004 05:31 amIt's 5.30 in the morning. I just finished watching "Persuasion." It's so very quiet in here.
My friend is dying. A good man I don't know well enough.
I'm scared of my bed. The monster isn't under the bed, it's under my skin.
Just before it starts to rain, you feel a cold breeze coming from far away to warn you, brushing across your skin, whispering "change is coming."
Each death comes closer. I don't like this trend.
I don't like it.
My friend is dying. A good man I don't know well enough.
I'm scared of my bed. The monster isn't under the bed, it's under my skin.
Just before it starts to rain, you feel a cold breeze coming from far away to warn you, brushing across your skin, whispering "change is coming."
Each death comes closer. I don't like this trend.
I don't like it.