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Dec 2016
In an instant, we are born
And in an instant, we perish―
A vision of life before our eyes

You live on a canvas,
A blank easel
The need to be alive
Comes to you in your dreams
Like a spirit in flight
A body brought back to life

As much as you pain yourself
The pain is noticeable
But you get back up again
The strongest ones do.
Jacob
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Jacob  19/M/Texas - United States
(19/M/Texas - United States)   
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