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Oct 2015
They ask "how are you?",
with pretentious smiles,
like they care.
Like they even care.
"Breathing.
I'm, breathing."
"Oh."

"Yes."
"Yes. That is what I thought."
Written by
Kiara Ngubane  south africa
(south africa)   
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