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sunday 6th january 2002 @ 23:47

i pulled the blankets over my head and slept, it seemed, for the first time i n days although i remember nothing of the time that has passed. i was awoken by a domestic dispute in the flat upstairs at 4.30am. my shift was vast and complicated. the mediation meeting with her is in 2 weeks. although long overdue, i wish it wasn't too late to turn my back on this. at least i am not alone and positive outcomes are a possibility.

the message from you in the early hours sounded desperate and distant. i was sleeping. i return with a note of reassurance but you do not reply. are you so lost now that i cannot find you out there in the darkness.

my lungs crack with every breath and my eyes are dry and split.