Falling, falling deep in the chasm, at the end is a dream, the dream that I'm living my life is a dream, a dream that is falling, a dream that will soon be alone. Stop.
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A journal of the criminally insane.
HorrorYou know, I can still hear her voice sometimes, or her last breath. I wanted to catch it in a jar so she would never stop breathing. So that she would not be lost. But that wouldn’t have saved her. Nothing could. She’s gone. And she’s never coming...
August 10th, 2007
Falling, falling deep in the chasm, at the end is a dream, the dream that I'm living my life is a dream, a dream that is falling, a dream that will soon be alone. Stop.
