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Mar 2014
this morning there was fog over my eyes
and every time i looked to the left or to the right
the clouds would be pushed to the sides of my eyes for a bit
and there was a light pulse behind my temples but my head did not hurt
it was more of a confusion that was lingering
and oh god i just lost my train of thought
there is a teacher here and i should be listening
but i always tend to write during this class
my handwriting won't be able to be read by anyone else
i hope that i can read this later on
my teacher is trying to read this over my shoulder while she talks
and i should probably feel bad about it but i don't
there are a lot of things that i should do
this is my first step towards invincibility
without feelings i don't need, i can do anything
and this is a fairly average writing style but
i am trying not to care, i don't really care
there was something i was going to write
but i keep forgetting what i was going to say
there is the fragance of cologne masking the stench of substance
and it is greatly distracting me
from the distractions that i have set in place for myself
i don't need the help i thought i did
i wrote this yesterday. i don't feel like this anymore.
Little Ghost
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Little Ghost  on the moon
(on the moon)   
518
   Teressia, celestial and Lin Nguyen
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