About: Yet, Doppelgänger

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Counting down from ten, I heard a voice begin. He quickly dropped to three, or it was this fear numbing my skin and clotting my head--thought by thought. As the voice counted down, I continued slowly to step forward, hesitant, but I could not find myself to stop moving until I felt water rush up and hit my toes. The counting seized suddenly. I stripped off the blind-fold, and shook to the cartilage in my knees, I turned, trembling, to look back. I found myself alone on a stony beach. My heart busted through my chest as tears of a joyous relief hit the stones, and I felt the alleviating fatigue I've longed for--it uplifted the dark somber that colored my eyes of a forest to a pitch that faded the color almost completely out of way.

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rdfs:label	Yet, Doppelgänger
rdfs:comment	Counting down from ten, I heard a voice begin. He quickly dropped to three, or it was this fear numbing my skin and clotting my head--thought by thought. As the voice counted down, I continued slowly to step forward, hesitant, but I could not find myself to stop moving until I felt water rush up and hit my toes. The counting seized suddenly. I stripped off the blind-fold, and shook to the cartilage in my knees, I turned, trembling, to look back. I found myself alone on a stony beach. My heart busted through my chest as tears of a joyous relief hit the stones, and I felt the alleviating fatigue I've longed for--it uplifted the dark somber that colored my eyes of a forest to a pitch that faded the color almost completely out of way.
dcterms:subject	Dreams/Sleep Dreams/Sleep Mental Illness Mental Illness
abstract	Counting down from ten, I heard a voice begin. He quickly dropped to three, or it was this fear numbing my skin and clotting my head--thought by thought. As the voice counted down, I continued slowly to step forward, hesitant, but I could not find myself to stop moving until I felt water rush up and hit my toes. The counting seized suddenly. I stripped off the blind-fold, and shook to the cartilage in my knees, I turned, trembling, to look back. I found myself alone on a stony beach. My heart busted through my chest as tears of a joyous relief hit the stones, and I felt the alleviating fatigue I've longed for--it uplifted the dark somber that colored my eyes of a forest to a pitch that faded the color almost completely out of way. I had been up all night--probably even longer than that, but I will never know. The only care I had was finding my way home. At least for now, I couldn't pinch a nerve to remember a single thing that happened here. When I began to walk up the sharp rocks to succumb to the soft sand--so warm and shifty, as the wind caught each speck of the sediment and blew it overhead--and I fell to my knees in this relieving fatigue, even more now. I slept beneath the blanket of the sedimentary winds billowing atop the lake's tides that crash over top the piling stones. And I too crash over the piling stones as the gruesome winds shove my motionless body over the exact spot.

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