"i faced death

i went in with my arms swinging

but i heard my own breath

and had to face that I'm still living i'm still flesh

i hold on to awful feelings

i'm not dead

my chest still draws breath

i

hold it

i'm buoyant

there's no end"

- the microphones

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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