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September 14, 2007 at 12:30 pm

Suffering In Silence

The weight pressed down on my chest, as heavy as a sack of wet sand.

In a distance I could hear a radio buzzing out some old Phil Collins track, and the screech of drawers and rattle of hangers as I packed to go away.

I took a deep breath, but the weight didn’t get any lighter. it felt solid and dark. Dark like my room.

I lain awake all night, …

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