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Mar 2017
clean air
even with nothing, my hands
grow still
While waiting for work in my part time job, I stood in front of the cutlery cupboard and noticed an u usually fresh and clean air. After breathing this for awhile, my anxiety left me, and I grew calm. So, this verse.
Christian Bixler
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Christian Bixler  25/M/Colombus, GA
(25/M/Colombus, GA)   
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