November 30, 2017
Curse this dry, evil, frosty air,
This ruthless silent slayer;
Has it no mercy
For my serene sanity?
Every time I smile, it hurts;
Every time I laugh, it stings;
Every time I part my lips, pain is lightning
Striking through every sensor in my body;
And they say there is no reprieve
For this enduring agony;
Attempts at appeasing
Will return to haunt.
Find me a cure
For chapped lips.
Okay yeah that was kinda ridiculous.
It's a real struggle though, and winter hasn't even officially started...
No matter how much chapstick or cream I use, my lips are always dry and then I have this awful urge to peel them, which I know i shouldn't do cuz THAT MAKES IT SO MUCH WORSE.
I was playing my flute today and every time I blew, I felt the my lips getting more and more chapped. Not fun. At all.
I guess the moral of this story is SCREW WINTER.
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Fractious Mango
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