we are an endless sea with nothing to breathe.
air escaped from our lungs, water rushes in and suffocates everything
The last of our dying breath will come after the flood after the rush when your lips turn blue. Then...it's all over, we will wait for new life to begin for a better future. Bare land, faceless, beautiful and uninhabited throwing existing memories out. Breathe now, because we are new and this is life.
anew
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