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WAR OF THE NOSE

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Mar. 29th, 2006 | 09:59 am
mood: sicksick
music: the music of birds chirping
posted by: marbookeeper in acwc

IT'S SUNNY OUTSIDE WITH THE SUNS' GENTLE RAYS LAYING DOWN ON MY UP TURN FACE. I AM LYING ON MY BED LOOKING OUT MY WINDOW AND HOW I HAVE THIS YEARNING TO BE OUT AND ABOUT. I SEE THE TREES DO A LITTLE DANCE WITH THE WIND AND I FEEL JEALOUS THAT I WONT HAVE THAT SAME OPPORTUNITY. I WILL LOVE TO HAVE THE WIND IN MY HAIR RUNNING THROUGH IT LIKE A LOVERS HANDS, I WILL LOVE TO HAVE IT KISS MY FACE SLIGHTLY. HOWEVER I AM UNABLE TO DO THAT, FOR WHEN I WOKE UP TODAY MY EYE LIDS FELT LIKE A HUNDRED PAGE TEXT BOOK WAS WEIGHING IT DOWN. MY NOSE IS STUFFY AND FEELS LIKE IT HAS BEEN CORKED. MY THROAT FEELS LIKE SANDPAPER EVERY TIME THAT I SWALLOW. I WANT TO GO OUT AND ENJOY THE BEAUTIFUL DAY BUT AT LAST I KNOW IT WILL NOT BE THE BEST. SO I LAY HERE IN MY BED, I TURN AROUND UNABLE TO FACE THE SUN ANYMORE AND CLOSE MY EYES LEAVING MY LIDS UNDERNEATH RED. I TRY TO SLEEP AND BEFORE I KNOW IT I AM UNDER it all to familiar depth.

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