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Jan 01, 2004 13:53

Words don't communicate as well as they should when they're pressed against deaf ears that refuse to hear. They are only weak sounds that gag you when you sleep, cast stones against your skin, try and convict you when you don't even know what crime you've comitted. I don't think I will ever totally understand.

Whatever has happened, I wouldn't care as long as he is alive and unharmed. Though my words meant nothing to these bastards that ripped me away from him, their's cut me like a razorblade, threats of things that could be. I hope I have paid enough of the price that they will do nothing more to any of us.

I don't want to talk about what happened, not even to Mitch who is watching me like a hawk now. He just showed up out of the blue, and I will never be able to thank him enough. Even though I am broken, he's giving me the chance to go home again. Giving me the chance to see Linds again, though he may not want to see me. I haven't been able to read his updates, and Mitch has been tight lipped about it for the most part. Tells me that things aren't as good as they should be. Big surprise there.

I know we're almost home. I think I'll just go collapse and hide somewhere until all of this ends. I won't be able to live with myself if he hates me...
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