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Sep 11
Look around, the air is still
You notice each breath you take
Each muscle contracting and releasing
Is this what being conscious is?
Is this what being alive is?

Live in the moment they say
Enjoy and capture every opportunity..
Seize what you’ve never had..

But..
What happens when you stop
You lose sight of what you can’t uncover
As you lose grip of what sight is unseen

Because what’s here is yours..
And what’s left is gone for another.
Written by
Brandon
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