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My life bleeds away, one breath at a time.
This countdown a constant stactic in the back of my thoughts.
How I yearn to be free of my hours being spent in other’s endeavors.
Selling my moments cheap. So very cheap.
How rich am I in seconds left to draw breath? It’s better, I think, that I don’t know.
Else my yearning for freedom, freedom to spend my moments as I choose, may instead become an anger at not being able to do so.
Soon, so very very soon, I will take my hammer and slam it down.
A loud punctuation, an ending, of what I’ve done and been, and a loud declaration of what I will do and be.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
Comments (1)
The louder it is said, the more power it releases. Great.