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Sep 2017
I don’t want to die just yet, with my heart a hollowed mess, I don’t want to die just yet. These days I’m searching for reasons as to why someone close to me once said that there’s not always an answer for every question. How can I live like I've always wanted , but still be immortalized as a man? Which parts of me am I really chasing after? Which parts of me do I truly know? A single act of kindness can change a person forever, sometimes it’s good to forgive....wait. Maybe not all of the time. But life’s too short, it’s bittersweet. I don’t want to live forever, maybe just long enough to see where I might end up some day. But when I die, maybe I’ll be transformed into thoughts and become an idea to some young mind that feels like I do. when does this loop end? I’ve been hanging myself off the edge. I can count my own heartbeat. I’m just trying to figure out if I’m doing this right. Are we living a life that’s worth something to anyone. Or are we just breathing? I don’t want to just breathe. I want to live.
Nico fuentes
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Nico fuentes  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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     Eiliv Advena, unnamed and Keith Wilson
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