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Dec 2017
My* body writes this as I float through it
I am above and below and within my body.
I am quintessentially outside and without it.
I am not certain where I reside or what I am.

This may be me, a pseudo-consciousness
Amalgamated into an I into a body that doesn't exist.
I can feel my body's heart shiver and squirm
Inside of my chest, I am aware it is fighting.

My body's heart is fighting and that is wrong
Neither I nor my contain organs or space
Thus the body cannot exist and neither can the heart
And I am once more lost in the deep waters.

There is an abundance of nothing that stretches
Beyond my comprehension, it is vast, unending
I do not know how to enter or leave it
I merely know it is and is not with me.

I would like to pass quietly.
In the space between an inhale and a heartbeat.
My life feels fraudulent, useless and unreal.
The body does not carry on as it carries ever onwards.
Meet my bpd
Q
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Q  North Carolina
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