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A quiet release. An exhale of toxic breath.. undermined by muscles flexed.. tensed and ready to fire these guns. Automatic fire of salty tears.. Fists filled with dreams held onto with all my might. This is my last stand this is my last fight. Undermining my will to please. This is my time this is the release. Like drugs shot into these veins. Like hands, I let go of these reigns. This is it. This is why. I refuse to let this light die.
7:26 PM
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