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3-12-2004
No Distractions=Reality
Laying beneath a ceiling of fake stars
The world dreadfully quiet
This is the epitome of living alone
When all the feelings finally hit home.
No busying myself, no more distraction
Just me. And a blanket. And a pillow.
It feels uncomfortably real.
Raw. Naked. Exposed. Vulnerable.
I can't wait until morning
when the charade can continue.
©
2004 Ginamarina
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