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It’s there

But you can’t see it

It’s there

I feel it

 

Its ripping me apart

Or putting me together

I don’t know which

But it’s there

 

Surrounding me

Like a bubble

Waiting to blow

Into pieces

 

Going straight through me

Like the wind

But without

Taking it away

 

It’s prescense is not known

For anyone else

But you

My it

 

– JE