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To live is not to feel alive To live is to breathe When you feel alive you thrive, on the rush of your adrenaline The thrill, in the hasty flow of your endorphins To live is not to feel alive,
Cold, wet, and defeatedThe angel laid her hand on my shoulder"Let me show you you aren't depleted,Come with me or grow colder.This is not what you intendedI can show you the light,
I'm not pregnant I don't smoke I couldn't recognize the smell of weed even if I tried My shorts adaquately cover my ass But what's so surprising Is that everything I've succeed at not being
In this moment, we are infinite, We’re alive. Something bigger than ourselves. Something not meant to die. In this moment, we are crazy. Wild and carefree.