Wheezy like a dying lung. Every part of me aches and strains, eyes so swollen and puffed I can't see you, I can't see you… You've gone melodrama. The grey bags under my eyes lined and full of purple dust. I can't breathe. I cry without inhaling, drowning from the inside. My lungs are full of ashes. I can't breathe; my mouth is a desert, an oasis of burnt-out cinders festering in my core. The bleak sands stretch endlessly before me, no salvation, no forgiveness for the traveler. My lungs itch, disintegrating. I am turning to ashes without you.
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Blergghhh, not sure about the formatting... Finally went back to creative writing after missing a few weeks because of Psychology exam. It's over now though, thank god! Although I have my Theatre Studies (practical) on Monday and Wednesday, and I'm so scared... My heart twists around evey time I think about it!
I'm also insanely happy because I've got offers from all of my universities! :D :D :D
