My last breath. My last breath. MY LAST BREATH. WILL IT BE FILLED WITH REGRET....... or will it be soft and bitter sweet like listing to overly aggressive music in the rain.
My last breath. My last breath. MY LAST BREATH. WILL IT BE FILLED WITH FEAR AND DARKNESS....... or will it be a simple slip and slide in to the endless night.
My last breath. my last breath. MY LAST BREATH. WILL IT BE FILLED WITH HATE AND PAIN....... or will it be a simple ahhhhh with relief.
My last breath........ will I keep on worrying about my last breath to the point where I cant enjoy the ones I have left........
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