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May 2017
2am
The world is not yet awake.
I can hear my own heart throb in my chest.
I can hear air rush in and out of my lungs.
At 2am I can clear my head of everything that consumes it,
And remember to breathe,
And enjoy being alive,
At 2am.
aubrey flickinger
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aubrey flickinger  18/Kansas
(18/Kansas)   
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