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Breath.

Here I am, circling this drain once more, A lifetime of expectation dwindling down, Down into a memory walking out my door Wearing my hopes like they were a crown. And through my partially cracked mind Sobs warped with static reach my ears. Remainders of the dreams I can't find, Like a synergism of all my worst fears. But I can't give up; I can't stop my living. It can't be possible for me to lose breath. I haven't spent enough of my years giving To be taken away and succumb to death. So I step away from my deceit, from lies, Opening my arms once more to receive A blessing, the dissolution of a disguise, A wide open life that refuses to deceive. I feel weightless now, a breeze in the sky, Optimistic sights lit by a bright red sun As I grasp your hand, forgetting to die, Walking as we watch everyone else run.
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shea-vogt
American
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Mar 27, 2012
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