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Sep 2019
Breath in and out
Just a little sore
Neck, back, knees
Thighs, arms, shoulders
Some on purpose
Others from age
I wasn't like this before
But I have gotten better from a year ago.
You struggle
You survive
Breathing air
Until your heart works itself to death
And you die as well
The Vault
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The Vault  20/Not Kansis
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     TheIdleOwl, Colm and Bede
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