We don't live by the clock,
or breathe for the air.
We live for the heartbeats
that turn into despair.
For the rivers of water,
tainted with our blood.
For the tears that kill us,
and grow to a flood.
We live for the moments
that break us apart.
For the seconds and hours
that turn into art.
The heartbeats of pain,
the moments of strife.
We're fighting together,
for the battle of life.
-leonardo r.
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