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2:15 a.m wide awake. The memories haunt just as much as the dreams do. A thunderstorm begins, the rain sounds like static through the prison walls. Thunder rumbles and I see lightning flash. The weather and my depression clash; the sandman does his dance but then sits silently in the corner with no peace. 6 paper balls tossed in the corner. Fucked up jargon, putting words together I can't really remember, if we ever even promised forever?!