Articles Archive for 27 February 2010
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And everyday after Sam was a funeral. I woke only to weep. I mourned in the darkness of my tiny bedroom. Occasionally I would light a single, dusty candle and plead with a nameless, faceless god. JUST MAKE IT STOP! I was determined to hold vigil there endlessly unless he and I were united again. Or else I would grieve myself to death. My soul is torn in half why should my body not suffer as much! I shall not leave this room again!
At some point I completely disconnected. I …
