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It's funny how, that when I'm looking for something, all I see is air.
Spaced out space.
Forgetting when I should be in my place.
Nor is it not there.
Instead I feel the air.
Suffocating, I see no stare, but my own in the unknown.
I wonder where?
But all I feel is nothing.
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