MRI & EEG & EKG

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Maybe we will remember to breathe

Running away from our problems

Into the abyss of our imaginations

&

Even when the world sits still, waiting

Everything swirls up and around us

Going a million miles a minute

&

Eventually we will wither away

Kissing the very inevitably of death

Grieving a shell of what could've been

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