I am dying.
Every day, with every breath I draw, I am closer to the end of my life. For we are born with a finite number of breaths, and each one I take edges the sunlight that is my life toward the inevitable dusk.
It is a difficult thing to remember, especially while we are in the health and strength of our youth, and yet, I have come to know
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you write beautifully though hon.. and straight from the heart.. or at least i think so *nods*
<3 you havea great day xxxx
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