Planting Impatients

Paulson

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Eyes open, and breathe in.
You've nowhere to go but forward.
They've given you breathing.
From endless sleep comes limited burning.
"You're lucky," they tell you.
Your chances were one in a million, but this silver sword is double edged.
Wake up to find you were thrown in the cycle, dealt your cards, and that's all you need to be.
Wake up to find that there's noone beside you, left alone, that's all you need to dream. But life screams more, you live this dream.
and that's how hazy the line can be