im going to try
to live like I'm dying.
no regrets.
death is imminent.
i could wash away like the breeze that steals my breaths,
so why worry about the future, I could be gone by then.
no worrying about other people,
no holding me back.
others can just fuck themselves.
i say this knowing I'll worry, I'll care
but I think ill try
as long as I am conscious that I am breathing, I am not dead.
so I will live.
i will absorb the knowledge I am grateful enough to receive
I will pour through books because I am lucky enough to read them.
i will be so alive.
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29AM (revive)
Poetryall my poetry has ceased to exist. from my mind, and from this silly website, so here I go again.