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Thoughts that go thru my head in one day

I can hear it. Thump-thump-thump. Getting noisier with each passing day. It's in the walls of this small, white walled room that they have quiet..

As I watch, he draws near. I can feel the pull of an unseen hand as it grips me with a power I have never felt before. It's bruising, invisible ..

Time is running fast most days. I lose a day here and there. When I try to go back and reclaim it, it is no longer there. The days are becoming ..

One long Question

Love from one's point of vue

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