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Mar 2015
Look out the
Dusty window,
Breathe in night's
Cool air.

Tell yourself again:
"I'm ok."
Pick the book back up.

Try to find
Any spot that makes
"Sense" again.

Sense again.
Knots in your shoulders,
Knots in your stomach.

Not thinking,
Look out the window again,
Tell yourself you'll be ok

Breath because
You have to, you can
Control that.

Tell yourself again:
"I'm ok, I'm ok, I'm ok."
Pick up the book again...

All you can do is keep going.
Written by
RebelJohnny  Las Vegas, NV
(Las Vegas, NV)   
     Pradip Chattopadhyay
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