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| Everytime I die. |
Sometimes in my sleep I dream I die. I can't stop the fear of thinking that i'm just drowning in my own death. The sorrow comes and I can't move, it feels like im trapped, tied down in my own body. I think that is hat it would feel like if i was paralyzed. Don't get me worng i'm generally I happy go lucky kind of person but there's always something miserable deep down in side of me, and I want to scream so loud to get that thing out. Everday there's something that happens that makes me realize i'm lucky to be me, though it is nice to have a blog to bitch it out in.
These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume.
Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene VI
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