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 Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 5:40 pm
A story of another world by cindang.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 5:43 pm
No one is as special as the novels lead you to believe. There is not one sole person who has immunities to every disease, to mind games that other play. There is not a single human being that does not happen to lack some vital piece of them. Everyone is a quarter or more under the par of perfect. I remember such truths with scorn.
It had been a winter night that I had found myself curled in my bed under two heavy blankets with my head rested on a uncovered pillow, grayed with age and stained by many early morning meals. My eyes remained blissfully closed with an ear to the air, in tune, anticipating. The sounds of the afternoon had attempted to lull me to sleep; the aching of my chamber door on its hinge, the tapping fan above me. My toes were numbed by the chill that passed, though not a single window was cracked. My heart pattered steadily, my breath foul as it curled back to my nose from the stuffy material of my mattress. Hands were clasped under my gut, shaking, fearful, absolutely timid as I heard the footsteps down the small hall just outside the door. I waited, awful patient, for their arrival.
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