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Nov 2016
My eyes are open,
I can see.
I can feel the soft pillow beneath my face.
I can see my yellow wall before me.
I'm lying down,
Scared to move,
It's been like this for a while.
Everyday a reason,
Not to do something,
Go somewhere,
Eat something.
I'm getting better,
But nothing will stop my black hole.
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   Lior Gavra
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