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How many of us have died Trying to make more out of our lives? How many of us slice open our skin, Dying to love, to feel? We jump from planes to laugh and smile... What if instead our company stayed For just a little while? We are DYING to live, And I do mean dying. Our souls, locked away, Batter our ribs and our hearts trying to escape. I want to write, I want to laugh, and sing, and draw, I want to make lasting friendships And give life my all. Like so many others, I am dying to live, Dying to survive.
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
Dying to Live
How many of us have died Trying to make more out of our lives? How many of us slice open our skin, Dying to love, to feel? We jump from planes to laugh and smile... What if instead our company stayed For just a little while? We are DYING to live, And I do mean dying. Our souls, locked away, Batter our ribs and our hearts trying to escape. I want to write, I want to laugh, and sing, and draw, I want to make lasting friendships And give life my all. Like so many others, I am dying to live, Dying to survive.
Because sometimes I feel trapped within myself. 4.26.2017
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Alyssa_Lynn
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Alyssa_Lynn
20/F/United States
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
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