Choosing, part 2

If living is choosing

then each day

I choose to

live

If seeing is believing

then each scene

I believe I

see

If sighing is breathing

then each gasp

I breathe I

fade

If losing is giving

then each night

I choose to

lose

If sharing is speaking

then the words

here are my

gifts

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