Title: Under my Window
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Blog Entry: I'm curled up under my window, with nothing but a memory. I tell it my secrets and what it means to me, but I know, I'm only holding hands with a ghost; a cold energy, creating a Hell for me. And I start to wonder, if these thoughts, these lonely, angry, deliriously happy thoughts, that keep me awake at night even belong to me. And then I wonder if it was all worth it, I wonder if the ghost remembers me, But I know it does, it begins reaching into the past, looking for the missing pieces, but they are out of sight, so then the ghost is gone. leaving me, with a warm smile, and one happy thought at most and so reality and my sanity become drunk, and I make a toast, to those thoughts, and these days, where I'm curled up, alone, under my window.
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