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Jan 2019
I have seen the world a million times, yet I am not alive.
I am always moving, yet I can not breath.
I am older than all, yet I do not age.
What am I?

I’m the wind that fills your lungs,
the air you breathe so wishfully
hoping that this time
won’t be like that last.
Written by
Addie Kay  16/F/Wherever you are.
(16/F/Wherever you are.)   
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