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Feb 2016
Tick, Tock;
The clock, the clock.

At times,
I'm unsure,
Who is,
Who's not.

I'm here,
I'm not,
In space?
Why not.

I breathe;
I try,
To breathe,
Or die.

I want,
Maybe not,
To breathe,
As much.
Still breathing.

(This is the last one)
Neex
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