this thing, clueless of the dread innate to its existence, the loud shrill reverberating in the hearts of the afraid. the rescue i was waiting for failed me. yet im saved. luck as most would look at it. loads of sweat and a prayer. the hands that saved me from the certain discharge. fourteen days has it been. its over. he’s gone. and i’m still here.
Friday, March 23, 2012
rescued (mayday, mayday)
July 30, 2008
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