Inevitably, We choose to live for those, Those who gave us our lives, Those who share with us their lives And those whose lives Yet to come, Yet to happen.
Inevitably, We choose to breathe. Breathe for those who come To take our breaths away. The ones that were lost in love.
Inevitably, We hold time as a predisposition. A predisposition to live a certain moment, That makes it unique in time And defines life for what it is. The time that holds life in a bubble.
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