Someone help me, I'm suffocating.
Lungs don't remember how to work - recall how to push the blood to my head.
Circulate.Circulate.Circulate.Pause.Circulate.Pause.Pause.Pause.....
Life's a bitch, and then you die.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Like one thousand hummings birds
It was like someone punched me in the stomach, the feeling of nausea was suddenly present. It was the realization that I may return his feelings; It was the knowledge that I had hurt another. It was the acceptance of my past blunders, and the regret of knowing there were more to come.
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