Sunday, March 22

Everytime i breath through my mouth,
the taste of medicine keep circling my taste buds.
Feel nauseous for the entire day.
Sleepy and lethargic. Totally moodless.
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My voice is coming back to me, slowly.
If I'm forever in that transsexual voice, I would really kill myself.
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I'm anything but sane.
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songsw (L)

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