Life will go on as I take my final breath.
Lying here, dying here, and helpless, nonetheless.
Suffering on my own, and feeling so alone,
my fate from here on out will be unknown,
and I then close my eyes and I breathe.
The memory of the first breath to the very last,
the memory of the present and of the past…
And then I find myself crying,
not because I think I’m dead,
or that I am dying,
but simply because…
For the first and last time,
I can say that I... Finally… Feel… Alive…
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