darren_luaf

Holding your breath


Selling your breath for a moment of panic, a selfish endeavor.
Consider each second a service of warning, a session to ponder.
A constant debate of such rational selection.
Charging through thoughts, approaching the edge.
We now arrive at clarity, our selfish act complete.



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