Would it have been a theft if I let myself run out of breath?
When I came to think of it, I would've missed it. Singing that new song with you on the Radio. All the late night talks and random morning walks.
Do I feel this way often? Only often enough to come to a conclusion. The fact that life is just rough; and if I gave up, I would be the real coward.
I would have missed the many dinners we've made together. I'd be unable to talk about forever.
I would have missed the late night movies, and the morning candies and ice cream.
All the things I would have missed, if I hadn't made it.
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