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You ask how I'm doing.
I say I'm okay. But my smile is A little too wide My eyes a bit bright. Hey, I'm doing great. Pay no attention to my ragged fingernails Which I've bitten to the quick. And as I light another cigarette My shaking hands are barely noticable. I cannot meet your gaze And so I look away. Trying so hard to hide the cracks in this brittle facade. Thank you for stopping to see how I am But I have so much to do And I appreciate your concern. But as you can see, I am Just fine. Julie -May 17, 1997 |
