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"What are you afraid of?" nothing The nothing that left, but never said why So that when you lay on the tiles, it feels like a whole breath escaped you. I feel it when I reach into my right pocket and fail to hear the sound of keys. Yet those problems have solutions, and I am left with nothing I can do. Heights - a worthy foe, a common problem Keep your shoes at sea level. You cannot flee from nothing Nothing is terminal: the outline of its shadow. Serpents and spiders may sink their fangs, but there is no antidote which lets you do, when all you can do, is nothing.
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Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
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"What are you afraid of?" nothing The nothing that left, but never said why So that when you lay on the tiles, it feels like a whole breath escaped you. I feel it when I reach into my right pocket and fail to hear the sound of keys. Yet those problems have solutions, and I am left with nothing I can do. Heights - a worthy foe, a common problem Keep your shoes at sea level. You cannot flee from nothing Nothing is terminal: the outline of its shadow. Serpents and spiders may sink their fangs, but there is no antidote which lets you do, when all you can do, is nothing.
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Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
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