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Is it real or a fable? Dare I question the existence of myself, my friend's reality and my lover's willpower his father's dignity and my own flaws when passing times get tired and my tears weigh endlessly on their shoulders Repetitive roads leading to ends that I am not prepared to reach Yet, those close to me are approaching death and they greet her with open arms. Apart my soul rips, depart they must. I recognize their pain, they accept their fates and I am still here. I am still breathing. I have this  blood and two  lungs and thousands of  dreams that come alive in my dying sleep I promise to resurrect the loss you have endured. With my life you will live on.
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
Death With Dignity
Is it real or a fable? Dare I question the existence of myself, my friend's reality and my lover's willpower his father's dignity and my own flaws when passing times get tired and my tears weigh endlessly on their shoulders Repetitive roads leading to ends that I am not prepared to reach Yet, those close to me are approaching death and they greet her with open arms. Apart my soul rips, depart they must. I recognize their pain, they accept their fates and I am still here. I am still breathing. I have this  blood and two  lungs and thousands of  dreams that come alive in my dying sleep I promise to resurrect the loss you have endured. With my life you will live on.
sufjan stevens
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
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