February 25, 2013

#294: 13 days ago.
February 25, 2013

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If the trees could hear me, if the soft, soggy earth could also take in the voice in my head, they would hear my scream for you. They would hear my shout, I know you're out there. Somewhere

One day, things will turn out okay. It wouldn't be great, but it would be alright, just nice.

I'm losing my mind.

I wish all the words in the world were enough to help me piece out the fragments in my head and form audible sentences and phrases only you can understand. I feel as if I have already ran out of time.

1:15 a.m.

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