Breathe. 2003-09-06 @ 11:55 p.m. You're asleep, and on the line, for no apparent reason, but to assure me you're there. You breathe, and you're there. I hear the sounds of a soft slumber, and I picture your face. Eyes closed, lips parted, unaware of what's going on, sleeping. Sleeping and breathing... You breathe, and I know you're there. Breathe. I know you're there. Tell me you're there... ____________ Listening to: "The Martyr" by Cursive, playing itself, repeatedly, in my head...
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