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Jun 2016
I feel
In a fog
When I walk down the hall
All the things I see are there,
But only half there to me.

The light is too bright.

I pass things
I see things
I get to places,
But my head feels half numb
And myΒ Β forehead feels heavy -

My legs still know how to walk though,
So I continue to float.
Written by
Lauren Giuliani
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