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Till the end of my ever dying breath.
The beat of a heart I will keep.
My moment in time is far from now.

Clean air, and bright eyes.
I'll live a good life.
Broken hearts, teary orbs.
Dark time will be no more.

Seventeen years I've walked the world.
Seven years I've been so alone.
No more days will I sit and weep.
Everyday I'm get to my feet.

Kick me down, knock me out.
Bury me, and walk away.
I'll dig myself up, I'll regain strength.

For today is not my last, and tomorrow's not promised, yeterday is long gone so I'm just going to breath.

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