Jan 10, 2004
I don't want to keep being transported back to the feelings that were once wonderful. The memory of them is insidiously painful.
I don't want to be transported back to the feelings that were painful to begin with. Their painful potency is only exacerbated by time and the passing of it.
I don't want to be taken anywhere, at the moment. I think there is only immediate safety in right now. I can feel nothing. I can try anyway. It's the something that concerns me.
Now I've fallen in deep, slow silent sleep, it's killing me, I'm dying. To put a little sunshine in your life.
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