Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Wednesday, July 7th, 2149
The guitar breathes as she does, moaning every time she breaths in. Her and it breathe to the rhythm of lullabies she plays me. I fight off sleep as long as I can but eventually Hope wins, and I am sent back to my nightmares.
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