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Is it what makes us alive or is it what kills us? Is it what we take as we enter this world or the clue we leave behind of our existence? Why does it hasten when he speaks and leave my lungs when I need it most? Have I ever breathed the same breath twice? If not, where does it go? I believe someone's stolen it this time. Each one brings us closer to death but we take more when we're most alive. What does that say about the world's cruelty?
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May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC
Breath
Is it what makes us alive or is it what kills us? Is it what we take as we enter this world or the clue we leave behind of our existence? Why does it hasten when he speaks and leave my lungs when I need it most? Have I ever breathed the same breath twice? If not, where does it go? I believe someone's stolen it this time. Each one brings us closer to death but we take more when we're most alive. What does that say about the world's cruelty?
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May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC
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