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| Last Breath at peace with myself or am i? the war that i won over myself, was it just a battle? is this whole ordeal not over yet? all those bloody deaths inside of me, all those rotten memories, war stories, are they really the results of one battle and not a war? they are. nothing's over until your last breath flutters out from between your lips whether it's tortured or peaceful nothing's over until you breathe that last breath only then is it over the war, won or lost until then peace is out of the question ~erika boal |
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