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Breathless

When something dies, it is gone.

I don't care what you say about souls.

It is gone.

So, when a friendship dies, it is so **** hard to revive.

It is similar to reviving a human being.

You try and try, but there is just nothing there.

There may be air rushing through their lungs,

But there is no effort behind it.

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Apr 22, 2011
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