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Peculiar

January 31, 2012

I slept.

And my dreams were of struggles and the clouds of despair that accompany the most dire of failures. I dreamt of futility, and weakness, and a hollow nothingness that remained of the man I used to be.

What was peculiar was my desire to sleep, to return, to mend these things, or to fail.

Yet.

Again.

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