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Time
Time
A precious gift
Your choice is how you spend it
Loving others, or yourself
A difficult thing to achieve both
when it is limited
Investing in a future self that may never arrive
I do not even feel alive
I am breathing, speaking, running out of words
running out of breath
What is left
I am sinking
My legs are tired
I have struggled for a while
struggled with a smil...
Saturday 10th February 2024 9:22 am
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