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When does forever begin? When do our lives start? How can today be the first day of the rest of our lives when there are so many days passed. Are they rendered numb, useless? Are they? They will never be again. They will never exist again. They are dead and cold. Yet somehow I am trapped within them�clinging to a few life-altering moments. And if I am clung so tightly to the past, am I not dead as well? I am drained, as empty as a corpse. This cold clotted mass has rested in veins of dust for what seems an eternity. I can't make the blood flow, I'm so cold. A breathe is all that keeps me, a breeze through my cavernous lungs...escapes my purpled lips. When I rest I feel as though I die, and when I stop, the wind sweeps the dust away...and there is nothing of me left. |
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