My ears ring, and the air around me grows thick.
Everything is fuzzy.
Your mouth moves, but I don’t hear you.
I don’t want to.
And so I cry, “No!”
As my stumach turns up,
And my face turns pale.
“No.”
My ears ring, and the air around me grows thick.
Everything is fuzzy.
Your mouth moves, but I don’t hear you.
I don’t want to.
And so I cry, “No!”
As my stumach turns up,
And my face turns pale.
“No.”
Perfectly Imperfect Me 