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Sep 25
I can't breathe
My heart is beating
I didn't think I'd see it.

For certain I was dead and gone.
It takes a dream, a spark,
A flare of life.

Only the smallest speck of candle light,
Is what you'll need to make it through,
The spirit of life, is built anew.
Abbott J Hardison
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Abbott J Hardison  14/M/Rochester NY
(14/M/Rochester NY)   
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