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i've got my back against the wall.
i've got my feet planted firmly in this.
.. i break the surface to breath again for the first
time. chill november air burns my nostrils.
(a fleeting moment - soon stolen).
and i can never look at this the same again.
.. (there are two types of people in thisworld... the dead, and the dying.)