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2020-09-15T19:43:20-07:00July 8th, 2020|Relationships|

At the end

I mostly feel permanent
as though surely
I will be here
forever

but more and more these days
I am aware of my breath,
of how one day
I will exhale
all of this

and in these moments
it is as though
my mind becomes a stage
and the wisest part of me
is up there
all alone
saying in a kind voice
to the rest of me

just do your best to live
so at the end
you never wish
you had loved
more.

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