Charis Vera's
Pencil sketchings and lip crashings
Monday, October 13, 2008
breath
I feel like I am dying.
But I know I can't possibly be.
Because you see,
if I was dying,
really dying,
I wouldn't be staring blankly into space, wishing I was dying.
I would happy.
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