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I always keep a journal next to my bed, sometimes I wake up and put down whatever springs into my head, this was the result of one of these nights.

Day, night, light, dark. Losing meanings, twisting words.

Bleeding, starving, shriveling, and dying.

The maiden now becomes a crone.

Life flees, babies die, Children cry.

Why mommy why.

No love no right.

 No hearts beat tonight.

To be born is to die.

To laugh and to grieve is your right.

Thoughts surrender living breathing.

God someone stop the screaming.

I never knew tears could fall so suddenly.

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