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Waiting to Die,
Longing to Love.
-I pound my fist in the pillow repeatedly. I rise up on my hips in the middle of the bed and turn my head upward. I’m still hallucinating and hearing mystery sounds. My thoughts are in a tornado of activity, jumbled, crumbled and twisted.
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