Smoke

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{January 29th 2015}

It's taking over my body slowly but surely; it has almost consumed my whole being. I don't know what to do as the darkness grows, my light dims. Soon it will be nothing but a small fire; then with one slow breath, I'll be gone. Nothing but smoke that will soon dissipate into the thin air around me, that I no longer can seem to breath. This is getting to hard to deal with;  yet, no one will help. Every night in screaming for help but no one seems to hear the screams that escape my lungs. I'm sorry, but the dark is scary and I hate being alone. Forgive me when my light is gone and all that is left is smoke.

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