The litres of my blood,
this blood of life,
running through my arteries and veins,
the electrochemical impulses from my brain,
my heartbeats within split seconds,
alive, alive I remain,
alive for an unpredictable amount of time,
alive from inside and outside,
this body is mine,
there will be a time when it will pass the line,
can I make friends with time?
Can I always be mine?
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