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Sunday, April 08, 2007 / milo powder.
i went to bed early on friday night. i had drifted to sleep fairly easily, but i found myself awake, sitting bolt upright, at two in the morning. what was it about two o'clock?

i could'nt stand the darkness that enveloped me with a fear so choking i could barely breathe. i tried to will myself back to sleep, but i could'nt. my mind turned in on itself, as it had so often in the past. swelling, sweeping emotions, building to a crescendo, virtually screamed in my ear. my heart was pounding. i stood up. i had to stand up. i had to run..
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