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my feet are not touching the floor I am not gripping this pen I am not me I am not here I float above my-body and everybody I am loosely tethered to the girl with the terribly dead eyes do you have a scissor? s n i p . . .

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chemically

Published: Jul 5, 2014
LinesWords: 1751

Tags: #sad #empty #gone #balloon #snip #nothere

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