December 2010
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Sunlight lazily slips between cheap metal blinds to the left of the bed where I lay. The clock reads 1:43pm as a tear swells up before making a break for it across the surface of my skin. This was the hot, heavy kind of tear. The tear that reminds you not that you are sad, but that you have tasted defeat at your own hands. The kind of tears that of their own existence, give you reason to cry....