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Mar 17, 2005 01:30

I never thought a miscommunication could hurt so bad.

-I sleep with the light on at night, just scared of the empty that's there when he's gone. Of the monsters in my closet, the creaks in the hall. A million "what if"'s running through my head...rocking me to sleep. I wrap my comforter around me like a bomb shelter. I sqeeze my eyes shut tight (out of sight, out of mind) and picture other things that make me feel safe, like God and friends...and his arms around me.

I <3 Denise (you are my summer sun)
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