I want to thank my lungs.
For giving me air when I didn't care.
For teaching me how to embrace new experiences and let go of stale places.
For its persistence in keeping me alive even when I barely acknowledge its continuous never ending effort.
For not collapsing,
for always restarting.
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A Diary of Soul (Unedited Version)
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