 what great fun it is to realize what you thought would kill you only hurts. what a joy it is to realize that you are not dead, even after the gun was fired. what a pleasure i find when i realize that i still see and walk and speak, and yes, even smile, when i thought, with dread, that i would only faint. a strange and melancholy happiness to hear the strings that were holding me up, sliced through and cut over telephone wires, and, yet, to find i can stand on my own two feet.i thought it would kill me to see you happy,
but for some reason, i can still breathe.
~~kristin.michelle.dennis
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