It has been a while since I last wrote you. I feel as though these last few months have disabled my persona. There is a wild spirit within my psychological confines who cries out to be set free. During the day, I am restless and hyper. At night, visions of pain and torment haunt my dreams. A never-ending reminder that you cannot heal through concealment. Notwithstanding, I am satisfied within my current confines. My mask may conceal my opinion, but my eyes always give me away.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
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