witty-remark's Diaryland Diary

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These dreams embody more of a reality than this tainted fantasy unfolding before my eyes.

Did it even happen?
Was it nothing more than a nightmare?
Will I wake, or are my eyes forever glued shut in denial?

A broken record; the words etched into my mind, they replay over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. "My mom's not alive anymore..."

6:56 p.m. - Tuesday, Sept. 27, 2005

Then - Now