I move a limb
I breath
Blood flows through my veins
I see, touch, and hear
I am alive they say,
But am I living?
I flex a finger
The pumping of my heart
The shock of pain
I taste, smell, and move
I am alive they say,
But am I living?
The rolling of a tear
A smile on my face
The shaking of my limbs
I think
I am alive they say,
But am I living?
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