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sunday without lungs

I forget what it feels like to feel human. I finished a bottle of isolation fluid this morning and went out to purchase another bottle. I walked slowly past the park, all these people wandering over the grassy hill and taking pictures of each other being alive.

I glanced at the little black windows of subterranean apartments and wondered if there were people like me down there, those who tuck themselves away for life and never come out. I came back to secret motel and closed the door. I want to leave, but I won't tonight. Tomorrow I'll rise and head out to work, wishing I could stay here all day.

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