Friday, April 27, 2012

Wishful Thinking

It's a terrible night.

All I want is to be held and told that it's all going to be alright.

I know that's a lie, but sometimes hearing a lie is better than being forced to accept a harsh reality.

I feel like I'm counting down days and hours now...I'm terrified that I'm right, and the day is alarmingly near.

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