Empty

I'm deteriorating. You don't know how little I eat, how much I ****, that I use drugs. You see me- behaving quite naturally, doing the things I need to do to prove: I'm alive. I'm alive, but for how long? I turn my lips upward to pretend the signals aren't there. My heart fluctuates and pulsates off beat- my internal metronome needs repair. I'm out of breath. Am I out of life?

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Kathryn Collins

Date: 12/14/2013 11:20:00 AM

Good God Morgan, no wonder no one can see it as it is. We are blind to the outside "turn my lips upward". Who likes someone who's a drag anyway? It will someday be too late to care. love, Kathy