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Blood runs cold and thoughts travel fast in my head as my vision blurries and your image vanishes into the darkness of unconsciouness. Morning will take hours to come and I have found a haven for the night. For now, I run from reality into dreams as from life into death. And, if I die, maybe I get to see the wizard. And, if I see him, maybe I won't have to ever see you again. Maybe I won't have to wake up no more.
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