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no pedestrian crossing (24/01/2005)

        In my memories, there is a memory that is constantly a dream. I dream about it everyday, because I am still unsure whether or not it happened. Aspects of this dream always have little change. It is never the same, but the affect that it has upon me keeps increasing. Day after day, it becomes more and more real, as if it is no longer a dream. It is almost as if between real life and between memories, there is nothing. I wonder when I'll break down?
        "What are you doing?"
        A car swerves and honks it horn. Power windows slowly roll down and the driver's screaming becomes more and more audible. I was standing in the middle of the road, with no idea of where I was going. More cars passed by. Each horn had a different tone. Screams and yells. I hope a car hits me soon.

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