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Wednesday, December 14, 2005


Last night I dreamed that I was abducted by men who cut out my tongue.

And I was crying, not because of the blood or the pain, but because I knew that even if I survived the abduction, I would never again be able to tell you that I loved you.

That broke my heart more than the fear of dying.


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