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I feel like crap today.
Not sure why.

I talked to my friend *****.
We don't talk that much anymore.
Maybe that's why I feel down.

You don't care?
I don't care either.

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June 27th.

Thunder.
Her surroundings were consumed by the deep abyssal darkness, the computer monitor was the only light that shone in the room.
Slowly arising from her cushioned seat, she pushed the curtains aside, leaving the unclothed surroundings free for her to see.
Menacing clouds rolled in as the rain tapped lightly on the window, gravity pushing the raindrops down to the pool of water on the ground. She heard slow footsteps making their way up the stairs. Startled, she stood frozen on the seat, watching the dark shadow as it faded, growing larger and larger as the ticking of the grandfather clock welcomed its presence.
She took a sharp breath and turned her head to the direction of the monitor, her hands placed gently on the keyboard as she typed slowly, heart pounding in unison to the noises her fingers composed. She wrote and wrote until her mind focused on the blinking line that guided the letters forward, leaving the mysterious shadow forgotten within the pile of words that filled her imagination.

-Mnemonic words of an insomniac.