February 2012
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Singing below the mezzanine
He stared at her through the deep glass. Her head was resting uneasily on her pillow, aware that whatever was outside of her four by four room was nothing. Outside of her confined space was nothing but lies, misery and synonyms of the like.
Her eyes were shut, but he could tell she wasn’t really sleeping. No, she was awake, drifting into what she hoped to be her reality, an escape from what is....
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In reverse
Once again, I’m still the guy siting in the corner of the room. Nothing has changed. You would think that by these stages I would have found what I was looking for, I guess I have… But I’m still lonely. There’s not doubt about that.
It’s an empty feeling you get in the pit of your stomach, that’s what loneliness is. It’s going through your friends list...
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January 2012
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