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Last published Wed, Jul 11, 2012
The darkness engulfs me. For years I have been lying here, where time has no meaning. Years feel like minutes, days feel like seconds. I do not know how long I have been here. I do not know how long I will stay. All I have left are my memories of the life that I left oh so many years ago. I wait. I wait until it is my turn to be brought back. I wait to live the life I was meant to live. Away from the hospital.
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