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January 10th 2016 (Doubt)

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ShihSnTz

Published: Jan 11, 2016

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I’m still breathing, but should I?

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For my poem a day project.

This is my first attempt at a six word story. I'm not sure if I have a real feel for the format. Thoughts?

As always comments and critiques are welcome.

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Melinda-Raven

Jan 12, 2016

Same here..

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