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The Stars Are Not Wanted Now...
Sunday, December 12, 2004
Saturday Night
In short panting breaths each little sob came. I could only inhale. The pressure in my head grew tears streamed down my face. The lights blurred and the lines were lost and I could only wish it would stop.
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