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Life, Unwilling

It's the feeling.

Or lack thereof.

Hollow.

Empty.

A rush of air.

 

An attempt to fill the lungs so full they burst.

Old wineskins to new wine.

 

It's the desire.

Or lack thereof.

Lifeless.

Anorexic.

A stifled sob.

 

The realization: Darling, you're far too young for death to come knocking on your door.

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km-jones
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Jul 4, 2010
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