Note

Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

I've given up morphine, and now the voices are gone, and I've been through manic episodes and been crippled by both horrible physical pain and extreme depression.

The one thing I can't beat to date is his memory.

The smell of his hair.

I am too young to feel beat by anything.

IN time, I will ask myself, what do you miss? d

That moment at the door when he opens it. "Lace."

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