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Apr 2013
sometimes I feel like all that's
left of me is a lingering headache,
like all I am is short periods of
consciousness punctured by long lots of
sleep,
floating static below the ice
whilst everyone else ambles on,
above.

sometimes I feel like I've never
even touched the air.

like I'm just pretending to
breathe.
handwritten: http://25.media.tumblr.com/65fca7594b6a5a9c2fec4fda0520c63e/tumblr_mlof0yPerS1r1qhb5o1_500.jpg
Tom McCone
Written by
Tom McCone  Wellington
(Wellington)   
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