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In all of the moments before I cannot be…
It is now.
This moment.
This breath…
That holds Life’s essence, vitality.
The moments before…
sprinkled through time…
are only echoes
of what was once a part of me.
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Each echo of a moment holds its own unique resonance,
reverberating for always within me.
Some, bring effervescent happiness and joy…
Some, elicit the fervent wish for the power to negate their existence…
Some, carry eclipsing darkness…searing…
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At times, they are so impossibly loud it seems I cannot bear it…
but then…
I recognize they are only here affecting me, unrelentingly, …
because I have not let them go.
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These are my moments’ echoes…
Moments of me…
With the deep breath of my intent…
I set them free.
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. Christina 〜
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