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[title] => Breathing Fresh Air
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[bodytext] => I feel a little nervous, My eyes search back and forth... stomach a little unsettled. The words come across slowly, precisely. My heart beats slower, my throat feels sandy. The world gets a little heavier, stuffier. I can only watch the last bits of you flutter away. I've been here before, lost in some empty nothingness. Where there are no sunrises, no theme music. Every task is now more difficult. The lights don't shine as bright, food's lost its taste. I've been here before, there's nothing really strange about it. Everything's familiar. Everythings still the same. My eyes want to tear, I crave the wet streaks on my cheeks. The pain, the helpless-ness. The clenched fists. Time standing still? I think it is. Right? I miss you, I think about you... I feel your hand in mine. I remember your smell, the way your body laid next to mine. Your arms held me a certain way. I remember. I've been here before. The colors aren't quite as bright, the dark a little darker. The world so much bigger, my role so much smaller. I know this place... I can still breathe, the air is still good. Hope still has a scent; roses still are sweet. You're not here anymore. I still miss you, still think of you... in smaller breaths. But I can still breathe the fresh air. [comments] => 8 [counter] => 262 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Aquaelius [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 31 [ratings] => 7 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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