If I was not so weak
If I was not so cold
If I was not so scared of being broken
Growing old
I would be...
I would be...
I would be...
...frail
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- I never live with balance. I always wake up nervous. Light comes at me sideways; I hold my breath forever. I never live with balance, though I've always liked the notion. I feel that endless hunger for energy and motion.
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