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March 23, 2011 — Leave a comment

He said that he didn’t really know if it mattered anymore.

He said that he couldn’t tell me what ‘it’ was but he knew that he wasn’t sure.

facing the wall, out of the corner of his mouth and in a hushed whisper he said-

They’re going to kill me tonight

I wonder if Colorado really does get 300 days of sun

AND

I love my sister

He said that his dreams were overcrowded with people plotting to destroy him.

He said the he already felt dead as tears rolled down both sides of his face.

This was nothing new.

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