Life Insomnia
To find something to live for- good purpose for survival. A mind with priority of escape. Where everything is perfect and makes sense. Being proactive is vital, its the air we breath in what feeds our body. A breath of life, taken away from a love, our fisrt love, hug, kiss and a memory that lives. A last breath, the last.
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