Dismal and dull.
Larger than life.
We strive to move forward,
without looking behind.
The sorrow and pain,
lingers and flows,
through one's veins.
Helpless, no?
The energy to live...
to fight for one's life,
is an unconscious action
finite in time.
Like each breath in,
an exhale follows.
Until one day
the air is gone.
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