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Jan. 22nd, 2006
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futures_of_ashPain. It's a world unto itself really. An existance where one tries not to move, tries not to breathe, tries not to do so many things in the vain hope that the pain will lessen. Pain follows it's own rythym, forcing the heart and lungs into it's cadence of ebb and flow...
It pulses.
And, she's stubborn. She knows the game. Breathe shallowly, keep your eyes closed, count heart beats.
One
Two...
Three
Don't scream. It hurts. It's going to be her world for awhile, out of the haze of sleep that drugs and exhaustion brought on. It's okay...she knows the game.
It pulses.
And, she's stubborn. She knows the game. Breathe shallowly, keep your eyes closed, count heart beats.
One
Two...
Three
Don't scream. It hurts. It's going to be her world for awhile, out of the haze of sleep that drugs and exhaustion brought on. It's okay...she knows the game.