Entry #11: Damaged Goods
At times I don’t know what to fear more…..my dreams or my nightmares. They’re not so distant cousins afterall and are the basterd children of my reality. Wayward and violent, infused with glimpses of both what has been and what is to be. I lay sequestered in one room of Maude’s home, the curtains drawn most of the time while listening to the chaotic babble that she and the boy make in another…
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