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Thursday, September 24, 2009

two twenty one a.m.;
sleep escapes from me like a tantalizing antelope preyed upon by a starving lion, lithe and fast and always near grasp, yet always pulling away from the lion's ravenous mouth. a tiresome chase.
it is times like these that i wholly appreciate having a room to myself, where i can seek a good cry without prying eyes. i have admitted my human weakness, that i am simply not strong enough to survive without belief. i cannot forgive myself.

she's not here @

2:21 AM