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Many and fewer nights... so I'm told.
I've my time years ago... so I'm told.
The explaining. The words.
This be the hardest part... so I'm told.
I wish my mind work... unfold.
The explaining. The words.

The front door opened to the look of death. Will this make sense? this be comforting at all?
The dive in day and night. Nothing we can do. Nothing I can do.
and turns must be answered.
I hit land... so it
The dirt up my legs... strong air then shoots down my throat.
overload in an instant of sense.
Charting through old that I pushed away to drown.
another.
To and be found.
This is what set out to do. Where is this door?

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The constant movement of my eyes. I can feel, but I can't open the lids. The back of my is scarred, torn and broken.
A reflection of what I've seen. (What I become?)
They let these people recreate. Maybe I should have it all. Too late?
Moving is a must.

Dig deep.
Commence inside sleep.
Silence.

(An out of focus picture brings up a familiar scenario: people fill the room.
There seems to be a fourth, but very small. We are speaking about sort of
mission. My mouth won't moving... talking way too much. Even through the
I can feel their stares. This one sided discussion seems to be about what I am
preventing. Is a sign? Too late... I've said it before. The people then disappear.
I look about and the western sky to be red... alone. I can smell burning
flesh... scorched life. I turn around and the face of death stares so that the
finally open...)

I to.

I'm close... Very close. But something right.
A horrifying realization is over me.

Home. The of home.
All I've known is gone. All I've is lost.
Silence.