if i had 1 breth left,
i would hold it in my chestn place bets on how long it would last,
take a long look at the past life n wunder how it lasted this long,
mark out the road with new road singes so my shadow can avoid land mines,
hearin voises but seein no eyes n understandin the complicated choises,
if i had 1 breth left i would hold it in till it runs out with no siprize,
wouldnt welcome deth with open arms but i wouldnt turn a blind eye,
if i had 1 breth left i would wunder why i dnt wont to breth.
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