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Dec 07, 2010 16:12

I had a dream, that I was back there. In the greenhouse. And all there was were me, and the dolls, and the birds. Everything was silent and grey. I couldn't sing. Even if I did, there was no-one there to hear me.

When I woke up, my body felt so cold.

the caged bird sings, a sky made of bars, sad little flower

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cloversong December 8 2010, 03:33:17 UTC
You too? I had hoped you wouldn't get caught up in this.

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wirewings December 8 2010, 03:35:50 UTC
It wasn't so awful... Just lonely.

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cloversong December 8 2010, 04:18:19 UTC
Being lonely can be awful.

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wirewings December 8 2010, 04:19:56 UTC
...It can be.

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cloversong December 8 2010, 05:08:05 UTC
You're not alone now, though, right?

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wirewings December 8 2010, 05:10:03 UTC
...Right!

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cloversong December 9 2010, 23:17:12 UTC
Good. So long as you don't forget.

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wirewings December 10 2010, 01:30:42 UTC
I won't. I promise.

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