Getting By

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Breathing is a gift which was gifted onto us; you make it worthwhile,

When I am down on one knee, looking up at the starless sky, a tear rolling down my face, I think of you and where you might be,

And just that; a single thread of a thought,

That makes me smile,

I’ve spent so long just trying to make it by,

By just doing things I cannot remember at this moment,

As if the only reason to live is to love,

And I do so very much believe in that philosophy,

I do,

And now I am wondering if you believe in that philosophy as well,

Do you?

Because if you do, then we are both on the same page