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Yeah I know it must be a lame day if you start thinking about writing a poem... but here's a little stab at it. (P.S can be seen as a little dark.)
With every breath taken
our life force is decaying.
Every inhale and exhale weakens,
this continuing effect starts,
as a countdown from entry
to this cruel little world.
During our struggles and these
gasps for that precious air
from which only hastens our
fading bleak life.
As our final hours tick away,
those last few breaths
bring that blissful pain that
reminds us of that final entry
of no return in foresight.
With every breath taken
our life force is decaying.
Every inhale and exhale weakens,
this continuing effect starts,
as a countdown from entry
to this cruel little world.
During our struggles and these
gasps for that precious air
from which only hastens our
fading bleak life.
As our final hours tick away,
those last few breaths
bring that blissful pain that
reminds us of that final entry
of no return in foresight.