Breathe in
Life rushes through your body
Blood is dyed red
The wind blows, you blink
Everything is passing by
In what seems to be slow motion
Breathe out
Life rushes away
Blood slows
The wind still blows, you blink again
Everything is passing by
Much too fast
Gone with a breath
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