I am a whisper, I am a tickle, I am the moment before true thought. I am all and I am nothing. I exist between breaths, heartbeats and screams. Indrawn breath, that moment before it breaches your lips to become air once more. I am. Still, I wonder, can I be more? Should I strive to be something. A touch, a feeling, a deep thought. Or should
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