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Feb 2014
Eyes closed, but never asleep.
Heart beating, but never alive.
Eyes open, but never see.
Mouth moving, but never speaking.
Ears listening, but never hearing.
Smiles form, but never happy.
Hands working, but never touching.

Interactions mean nothing as the world becomes silent
around the thoughts that consume me day in and day out.
the existential romanticist
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