Guest guest Posted October 12, 2002 Report Share Posted October 12, 2002 the acrid salty tears scrape etchings down my face... my lips are cracked and bleeding from trembling so, and losing my breath my left brain understands this journey of being allergic to me... my right brain screams rails sobs revolts at the sorrowful irony of it all god have mercy on this contradiction that is me. Understanding... Tess Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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