foxinsnow's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- putting the damage on K committed suicide late last February. The other night I had my first nice dream about him: I dreamed we were walking around in Chicago and then we went up to the Howard Street train station. He was taking the train going south, I the train going north, and his train had just showed up. "Goodbye, Elizabeth," he said. "I probably won't be seeing you for awhile." Then the glass and metallic doors swallowed him up and he and his train were gone, leaving me waiting on the cold platform for my train. I will never kill myself. 6:14 p.m. - 2004-08-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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