Wednesday, April 18, 2012
this morning i woke with the most aching sadness. something must've occurred beneath those spells of slumber. but i cannot remember. there is not even a figment of recollection. only blackness. it has now been hours since my waking, but the grip is persistent and unrelenting. there is a heavy helix lingering, knotted in my throat and in the stygian abysm of what i cannot retrieve.
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