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I live in many places: Sometimes, in the weight between the top of my neck and the bottom edge of my skull, or about 3 feet trailing behind my left ear; a few times I've found myself in your right eye; But, most of the time, I am hanging, suspended a breathe away from the skin that clothes the body that lives for me.
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Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC
Derealization
I live in many places: Sometimes, in the weight between the top of my neck and the bottom edge of my skull, or about 3 feet trailing behind my left ear; a few times I've found myself in your right eye; But, most of the time, I am hanging, suspended a breathe away from the skin that clothes the body that lives for me.
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Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC
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