#4 — taste of blood
This cold is dragging me to the ground — for the second time this year — and one of the things I hate the most about it is the fact that my lips always split open. I know I'm whiny, that I'm a wuss with these things, but it hurts to smile. It hurts to FREAKING smile. And to talk. So it bums me. I can't not feel it.
Hopefully, this cold will go away soon and I'll be back to full strength, to appropriately creative portraits and to something better than this.
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