Breathing, surviving, existing...is not living
I fear
A moment
When time
stands still
And yet
moves on
When I am
stuck
And the
world still passing
Unnoticed
Unnoticing
A moment
With nothing
to look forward to
No passion
No love
No laughter
No smile
Just me
And countless
faces and names
A moment
When I realize
That I exist
But every breath
seems pointless
When I can
move
But have
nothing to move for
When I’m
alive
But have
nothing to live for
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