I feel myself slipping,
Frequently staring,
But I snap out of it
And continue what I was doing
I could hear the thump
Between my lungs in my chest
The veins tightening
Its blood pumping in and out
A crack;
Was I alone?
Because all I think
Is that when they are there;
I was there.
Was I truly alone?
Because when I wasn't there
They aren't there.
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