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"What if I can't feel?" You whispered in confusion as you cried. "Then you're simply not living" Then the touch of your hands became cold, your skin turned pale, but the vibrant glow in your eyes remained as your gaze stayed upon me. Your voice so low, you said to me, "This is living" Placing my hand on your chest, you trembled simultaneously to the rapid beating of your heart, and I understood what you meant.
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
The Feeling of Living
"What if I can't feel?" You whispered in confusion as you cried. "Then you're simply not living" Then the touch of your hands became cold, your skin turned pale, but the vibrant glow in your eyes remained as your gaze stayed upon me. Your voice so low, you said to me, "This is living" Placing my hand on your chest, you trembled simultaneously to the rapid beating of your heart, and I understood what you meant.
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
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