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Death is patiently making my mask as I sleep. Each morning I awake to discover in the corners of my eyes the small tears of his wax. ~ Philip Dow ~

a funny ting happened on my way to recovery.

i didnt.

i imagine the healthy beats of my heart. as loud as i can. but still, nuthin changes. one step at a time i whisper.. one little step at a time, to breathe again.

im not dyin..
im not dyin.

not yet.