Like at the end of a dream, you stare into the image that squirms before your eyes, trying to forge reality from the brutal illusion that slips away, I try to form the words with every sort of strength I have, reaching to be heard by the angry memories that are quickly collapsing into shadow. Just before the end I mange to say, "There has to be more than this."
That is all I can think to say when I lay there.
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