I try to smile.
But sometimes the pain is too real and too much.
Sometimes it is my stomach or my back...or conversing with...
I sometimes wish I was born so I wouldn't feel so strongly.
But...that would mean I was not me.
I want to make You proud.
And...I can make her smile and laugh even in the awkward times...so that is something.
Right?
Friday, February 4, 2011
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