Written Jan 2004
I'm in a love coma. I cannot move or function. All I do is think of you. Why? How? Tingles constantly go up my spine, in my head, a lump forms in my throat, but I cannot cry anymore. Nothing can stop these thoughts I have. They are all of you. I cannot figure out this puzzle in my head, I can't figure out how to get of this couch and live my life again. I feel dead. I can't breath or think any happy thoughts. All I do is die over and over. I can't figure out why you sound so happy and I am in my own hell of a prison. Wasn't I a good girl? Didn't I treat you so good? Don't I deserve happiness? Why do you deserve to be free of agony? Why is the good girl killed and the cheater still standing? Too many whys. Just pass me the morphine.
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