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She can't remember

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Published: Aug 15, 2010

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_{My lungs aren't catching enough air in the net that replaced the walls that kept in all the oxygen I used to breathe freely. I lost control of the way my whole breathing function used to work, air going through my mouth because instead of speaking I just leave my lips hanging open for lost bullets to stun my lungs, with holes all over the place.

I don't have time to keep in the air in my popped lungs because I'm always on the move and I can't stop my aching feet from running long distance before they take a rest.  I can't be satisfied with what I have and you're bearing holes into my dreary gray eyes because they're so tired and unfocused on what lies ahead of them.  And the signals they're getting from these blurry pictures are nothing significant to them, while even if these silver orbs could concentrate long enough on their surroundings they wouldn't remember the memories that were placed in a box and mailed to her brain, her heart.

Her veins are so numb, she's gone cold and blue from all the icy words thrown towards her soul.  But it's fine because she doesn't remember the voices or what they're saying even when they scream in her ear, hoping to break something more than her concentration.  She barely cares and she no longer has an imagination, gone far away like the rest of her dreams that sunk deep into her skull, burning her until the feeling was left untouched.

But don't worry about her and the lessons she won't remember because the way you hurt her feelings today won't bother her with tomorrow's sunrise.}