In less than 48 hours, Sam Harrison's verdict will be coming to a conclusion.
I am nothing but afraid. Afraid he will walk away with nothing.
First the drug charges, and now this. I may have my mother now, but those many months battling for her love has destroyed me.
What is love?
I am imagining the insides of my mind being a whirlpool of seaweed. Sharks, alligators and those amongst the demonic realms.
My sister.. where are you?
As you can see, a like my many previous posts, I have been captured in a timely fashion. Blocked maybe? but maybe not so blocked at all.
I can feel my anger swelling still.
Like my arm, pre-surgery.
My friends are making me destructive. To myself and my poor friend, Depressed, that reads to me and talks to me every day.
He tells me about all the eyes that are scanning my body.
All the whispers that have the key word "Samara".
but I am always left questioning, is it I that is insane or am I plagued by this illness?
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