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Sep 3
I feel my heart palpitating. I put on some music and sit back.
There was a different time and place where I would keep it together but I've decided I no longer would like that.
I know no physical comfort. The comfort that keeps me alive comes in small little pressed pieces of dust.
Sleeping late, waking up to a distant sound of a lawnmower and I am back in my 6 year old bed. Happy.
Written by
James Worthley
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