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Sep 2011
If life was a mountain, I’m losing my footing.
If life was the sun, it’s becoming night.
If life was the wind, the leaves aren’t stirring.
If life was the earth, I’m sinking in quicksand.
If life was air, I’m short of breath.
dkr
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