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To be alive

To feel alive was such a great feeling.

To enjoy every single breath,

To savour every bite,

To have a spring in every step,

To experience sad and still look forward to happy,

To see the thorns and yet plan for flowers,

Now its same day after day.

Its good, happy, sweet, safe,

But its not the same.

To feel alive was such a great feeling.

◄ Shifting house!

Losing battles ►

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