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    When I keep a journal at home, what I do is record emotions of my own, emotions around me. So, I guess that's what I'll do on here. Here goes nothin'. This is for my friend Helena. P A I N    Cold. Shiver. Shift my clothing. But it's not cold, at least not physically cold. It's a radiating coldness. A numbness, an ache - pulsing through every pore of my body, reaching out to encase every living cell. I keep my head down, though. Blend into the crowd. After all, who could feel what I feel? How could it be lawful for more than one person to feel this way? I just have to bear it alone, keep moving forward, front and centre. Keep quiet, kee