Today I awoke.
I opened my eyes.
I sat up.
I am alive.
I rose up.
Put my feet on the cold floor.
I stretched my arms out.
I am alive.
I went outside.
I beheld the beauty.
I inhaled the morning air.
I am alive.
I am alive.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(18/10/2012)
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