I scream, waking myself up, cold, clammy, no hope, breathing, but so dead inside, so far astray from life. Thinking that is was a nightmare, I look to my lover's side of the bed, a suffering of persecution, fighting death and his cruelty. How I hate him from taking the one person I needed most... I pray... my lover was never real...
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