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Neural Pathways

 Swimming against the tide, I dreamt of another world. Where else can I lie for a day and weep in silence as the pain ratchets up its tally. I find the cushioning decline in time over what was once a man skittering on the edge of health. I saw your dead body in the blink of an eye. Only makes me wonder what is going on in my mind.

Can I lay here in silence in this room? Will the lights be too bright? Will it become my tomb? It won't do me any good to be here with all your memories that cut me up like glass. To say goodbye in the hallway. To listen to the rain drown out my thoughts. I would've done the same if I could but I don't have the confidence.

Our neural pathways no longer connect.

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