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Apr 2013
Oh that I live
I live and I live and I live
But what is this living?
When you are at home
And no ones life is on the line
Least of all your own
I want to feel alive
Not just be living
I want to break bones
Before they grow brittle
I dont want to limp along
I never want to grow old
I want to run forever
To be remembered
To hurt the cruel
And dance with the dejected
Make every day feel my breath
Everyone hear my heartbeat
As it slams through my chest
Oh that I am alive
But so rarely living
Mae Queen
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Mae Queen  Canada
(Canada)   
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