Wasted Breathing

Just the facts madame.

If you could count your breaths from living to dead, would you not count them while you make them mean something?

My number dwindles, yet I say, love your loves without fear, hate the bullies and liars like they are scum or pig shit between your toes, pet those grandbabies and puppies, because they have no lies or guile, and for God’s sake, smile at the ones that are around you that want to be there, because of you.

Everything else,,,, Wasted breaths

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