Friday, February 3, 2012

a line

draw a line. find some dignity. walk away. what is there to be afraid of. so what if my lungs are scarred or the muscles don't work that are supposed to keep me breathing. maybe it's easier this way. maybe i don't want to breath so much. maybe i don't want to take so much in. maybe a short life is just as good as a long life. maybe it's just shorter.

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