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          p

walk u

 

look  d

            o

                w

                     n

        

      

I tell myself

don’t t

          r

           i

             p

 

they breathe

I gasp

 

long and deep

In and out

 

drag of footsteps

   t

e     r down my face

  a

tremble of your breath

 

cars go by

you sniffle

a child is laughing

 

Anxious

Relaxed

Tired

      

            i l

In the h       l s

I felt it all

And I felt nothing

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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