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As the nightmare drags on he screams to be woken from the long hours. As the night drags on he can hear the screams in his mind screaming wake up, this can’t be real. He tries to wake, but even the sound of his own screams do no good. There is nothing that can wake him from the dark depths of hell that is the nightmare. He can’t wake from this hell because he isn’t asleep and the hell isn’t just his alone. For the problem came when the one he loves fell apart. Now she can not remember, so the hell is his because he is the one that knows and the only one that knows what it is she truly means to him, and as he sits he remembers the things that she just simply can not. Though some how, by some miracle she always finds him. She always knows him. Though she can not remember were she knows. It keeps him going and keeps him strong, allowing him to make it through the rest of his day just knowing that she will pull through.