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Jan 12
my eyes aren't open yet, but i know i'm here.
my breath is irregular, i hold my breath in impatience;
i've no choice but to exist for the day.
my breath is impatient, and my mind is too.
i need to go, go, go, go, go, go.
i imagine going
until it's too late.
Written by
Jessica Goldring  F/New York City
(F/New York City)   
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