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Jul 2013
sometimes I catch myself
gasping for air
as my rib cage collapses
and my eyes roll back in my head
because of the whirlwind
going on in my brain
as I list all the things
I want to do in this life
and count down the number
of days I have to do them
always coming to the conclusion
that this life will simply
not last long enough
Written by
paige
453
   Chuck
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