Thursday, 18 November 2010


Sat in the dark, world rushing by, hood up and there are tears rolling down your cheeks. Twelve hours later you are stood in your living room, head thrown back, dancing in the empty house. What a difference a day makes.

You saw your own blood today, pumped into tubes, deep red the colour of Christmas velvet. It made you feel mortal for a moment, and then you started thinking...if I can give up this, then I can give up anything. You stood up and felt strangely invincible, despite the tingling in your arm.

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