Breath
I've accumulated dust waiting... On something that was never meant to be.
Never meant to be given life or breath.
Ion know can't you see .
I speak with no hurt but understanding and assurance measured with opened eyes ears and heart. When me?
When my turn.
They say first shall be last and last shall be first and I have been last my whole life
When me ?
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