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With the picture of my childhood friend on my dresser, the dried blood on my pillow, the delirium from the concussion received last night fading and the pain subsiding in my back, I can't help but be glad that i have these songs that make the nights less lonely and the air not so cold. I can't help but be happy that i know certain people that make putting on a smile seem like less of a chore. And there is no way I can't be happy that tomorrow I go to school. Then back to the hospital with my friend. Then back home. In that bed. On that pillow with my own blood on it. I can only hope that my slumber is as peaceful as the moment where i think of those who matter to me, as this song caresses my senses into the sweet semblance of sleep.