So... I had a bad dream...again. I've been having a reoccuring dream which changes slightly everytime I have it; I dream of my friend coming back from Iraq...In a casket. In this deja-vu dream, she comes back from Iraq in a casket, but the wounds that killed her are visible, the angelic smile is stripped from her face and she lies there, cold as ice. I approach the casket and I cry my heart out, my tears are not of water and salt, but of dark crimson blood... *sigh* It haunts me to think this could happen to my friend, A part of me would die if she ever did leave for Iraq... A larger part would die if she died...

What do you do when your heart is slightly cracked?
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