Pieces.
A person, a place, a time: a memory.
1991 \n
Let no man be unworthy of the angel that stands over him \n
UNKNOWN \n
There alone in the cold uncaring silence of the bathroom he sat. Eyes rivetted to the soft white flesh of his wrist; the cold steel razor poised above. The only warmth coming from the - cruelly soft - salty tears that flowed down his ashen face. \n
Time extended; the minutes seemed like hours. The world outside oblivious to his suffering. Strange that he should think of the hated world outside; he never wanted to see it again. But... something about it... something compelling... something...
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1993 \n
Untitled. \n
....And ran; ran as fast as I could. I couldn't let them catch me. I was tired but I couldn't stop; I just had to put one foot in front of the other again and again and again. Every time my foot fell it sent a shudder through my body knocking the wind from my aching lungs. All that was going through my mind was run, run, run and again, and again, and again. In the distance I heard sirens; were they for me? I couldn't tell. I just kept running. I was running past a fence; there was a hole in it. I didn't even think, I just dived through and rolled down the grassy hill that was behind it. \n
The cool, soft grass felt good against my skin as I lay there momentarily. But I still wasn't safe; I felt exposed, my breathing was
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