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It is the short, hurried gasp the one where your lungs are already full but dread's insinuation jolts your blood and stretches your eyes making room for a bit more Sinking, with bubbles trickling away the concept of breathing takes its occasional leading role meditation is a luxury to those without panic or maybe that is the answer either way I should have practiced more I do fear death No denying that it's too instinctual and I feel very connected to my body right now this is where every person turns to God and o' how humble we can be apologies and promises when were you last this genuine it's only after God saves you that you degrade again
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC
Two Robins and A Hawk
It is the short, hurried gasp the one where your lungs are already full but dread's insinuation jolts your blood and stretches your eyes making room for a bit more Sinking, with bubbles trickling away the concept of breathing takes its occasional leading role meditation is a luxury to those without panic or maybe that is the answer either way I should have practiced more I do fear death No denying that it's too instinctual and I feel very connected to my body right now this is where every person turns to God and o' how humble we can be apologies and promises when were you last this genuine it's only after God saves you that you degrade again
jeff-claycombe
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC
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