As chilled air, refreshes me, I feel hands on my lungs begin to squeeze. Let down by every breath, I'm forced to exhale, start again. Without fail I'm left empty, but my heart keeps beating. Oh, I keep breathing. Keep wanting, keep taking, keep needing. This is what life means to me: live, love, work, fuck, eat, and sleep. There's got to be something more- to all of this. There has got to be, something more to life.
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$150 Worth Of Tarantulas
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