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I still breathe This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By RaindropsCatcher, Sofia, Bulgaria

I would read and sometimes forget to eat

My mother was always worried.
She believed some day I would forget
to breathe
and turn into scattered letters and commas
among the pages of a book

She feared she would never be able to put me back together.

I bite my knuckles, wanting to see the red teethmarks
I've pronounced them my own totem
to reality

My parents would always spill words on
top of each other
and afterwards wonder why they were never able to understand
what the other one meant

(I think that's why I've always wanted

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