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Feb 2017
Is it real or a fable?
Dare I question the existence of myself,
my friend's reality and my
lover's willpower
his father's dignity and my own flaws
when passing times get tired and my tears weigh endlessly on their shoulders
Repetitive roads leading to ends
that I am not prepared to reach
Yet, those close to me are approaching death
and they greet her with open arms.
Apart my soul rips, depart they must.
I recognize their pain, they accept their fates
and I am still
here.
I am still
breathing.
I have this  blood
and two  lungs
and thousands of  dreams
that come alive in my dying sleep
I promise to resurrect
the loss you have endured.
With my life
you will live on.
sufjan stevens
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