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Posted on 27 February 2006 by Liza Mae V.

My last entry was a bit intense, so it seemed, so with the wishes of HE — I made it private. We basically worked things out, miscommunication is a bitch. This is the summary of the outcomes in NOT so lamen’s terms.

I argued this … he refuted that.
I fought till my tears dropped … he would not stop …
until my heart ceased to circulate emotions.
He knew this and drew his weapons
unarmoured, he tried to revive me.
I felt his arms against my chest
trying to give me breath
but I was heaving.
I was losing touch of life
but he kept pushing
He listening to my breathing patterns.
He resuscitated without hesitating.
I survived.
All he had to do was listen to learn.

I will tell the story soon but it is late.

-Liza Mae V.

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