Of life 

My lungs cannot balance 

the offset of this suffocation;

no intake of air enough to make

even the choke; of forgetting. 

Of, forgetting yourself. 

Your passion. 

Of, forgetting why you’re doing 

this damn thing anyway; of life. 

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