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Many and fewer nights... so I'm told.
I've lost my years ago... so I'm told.
The explaining. The words.
This be the hardest part... so I'm told.
I my mind would 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 questions in day and night. Nothing we can do. Nothing I can do.
Twists and must be answered.
I hit land... so it
The dirt chokes up my legs... air then shoots down my throat.
overload in an instant of sense.
Charting through old water that I pushed to drown.
another.
To and be found.
This is I've 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 of what I've seen. (What have I become?)
They let people recreate. Maybe I should have ended it all. Too late?
forward is a must.

Dig deep.
Commence sleep sleep.
Silence.

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

I to.

I'm close... Very close. But isn't right.
A horrifying realization is swept me.

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