Everytime I Wake
Everytime I wake, I'm surprised I made it Through the night, through life
The air burns into my lungs and
I breath.
Open my eyes
To the blinding light
To live again,
To fight.
Unwrap myself,
Feeling my limbs
For the first time, again
Alone; in the dark.
To live is to die
And to die is to live.
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