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Nov 2012
Long tunnel
Cord attatched
Assissted out
First light
Slime covered
First breath
I am born

Day after day
Hour by hour
Year after year
New things become routine
Day by day
Trying new things
Learning
Loving
Leaving
Learning
Hours become days
Days turn to weeks
Weeks combine into months
Months into years
I am living

One second
Years feel shorter
Last breath
Dry to the touch
Last sights
Last everything
Cord attatched
Six foot hole
I have died
TR Saucier
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TR Saucier  Kentucky
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