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Oct 2015
My chest echos with the same heartbeat yours does,
except every beat my heart makes is a cruel reminder that every life has an end,
and our bodies depend on an internal clock,
wasting seconds everyday,
passing time slowly until the day the echos stop,
and our minds and souls are suspended in time,
frozen for the rest of eternity.
Saige Lakeman
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Saige Lakeman  Maine
(Maine)   
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