Not being able to breathe,
because you were giving me the breath.
But then I realised,
my life does not end with the death.
Life is a never ending process.
I live in the memories of others,
which may sound weird and rotten.
But I will never be forgotten.
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Not being able to breathe,
because you were giving me the breath.
But then I realised,
my life does not end with the death.
Life is a never ending process.
I live in the memories of others,
which may sound weird and rotten.
But I will never be forgotten.