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Submitted to Contest #30
As I lie in my bed on that cold November morning, I couldn't help but have feeling of ambiguity towards the day that awaited. I felt as if I were no more then a mire visitor inside the vaguency of which was my mind. As if it were no longer me who was in control of my every motivation, every breath. Every word. At least I can still think. But how long until my thoughts are no longer mine? Or were they ever really? "Good morning Barbara." I said before I had even realized I was no longer in my bed. Think Charles. Think. What exactly ...
I'm a singer/songwriter and amateur photographer/film writer.
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