That leads to shallow breathing.
That leads to heaving breathing.
That leads to cracked fingers.
That leads to a lump in the throat.
That leads to glassy eyes.
That leads to a thumping ribcage.
That leads to a sinking heart.
That leads to a heavy spirit.
That leads to nothing.
Nothing left to say but goodbye. (Air Supply)
Monday, October 09, 2006
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