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Mar 2019
Every night, I have no right to feel
Feel things that I don’t know are real
Every night I think that I’m much too high
High enough to deserve a moment of rest

Each of us drown in a different way
Different oceans, similar puddles
My own death, I can barely recall

Every night I think to myself
Think that I have no right to feel at all
There, outside my window
Are a finite amount of us
With infinite feelings to experience

I lay at night,
Every night;
Every night trying to count the finite
And live the infinite
Alexander Oliver
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Alexander Oliver  18/M/Newfoundland, Canada
(18/M/Newfoundland, Canada)   
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