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As I Breathe.... by Cr253, literature
Literature
As I Breathe....
Living life on the face of a clock
Having time pass my shoulders
Speaking empty words
As I hear them being spoken to.
Walking through streets with closed eyes
Curious after every breath
Of what is beyond the darkness
Of my closed eyelids
Seeing my world in dull colors
Like an aging photograph
Only able to paint within the lines
From my farthest memories
Imagining what I can imagine
If my life were like then
Feeling weightless as a child
When every word had a meaning
Familiar faces become strangers
Once loved now hated
Ignoring faces walk around me
Only extinct to walk forward
As I sit on the corner of my bed
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