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The Boy Who Tried to Live scottshak's musing

The Boy Who Tried to Live

As I lay there in an empty room, with empty feelings, stillness wrapping me like a soft blanket, I stared at the shadows cast by the curtains by the feeble light coming through the window. My mind played tricks on me, turning it into a

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I Fear

I fearIf I don’t rub my thumb on the back of your fingers,I might forget what holding your hand felt like.I fearI will lose my sense of touch firstOut of all the human senses. I fearIf I don’t hug your body with all my might,I