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Your last

I love the freedom I feel
Wind in my face
Making that choice to steer
Which way to go
I’ll never know
Because nobody really knows what they’re doing here
 
Life is a long list of chores
Designed to make us not get bored
Of the everyday life we never seem to grasp
That of which could quite easily pass
 
Take your final breath
Realizing
It could or could not
Be
Your last.

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