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Final Breath

Jan 8, 2025
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Updated: Jul 12, 2025

By Ananya Bansal

Peace? Tranquility?

A thousand thoughts in my head

But none fills me with dreadS

The slight chill in the air

Takes away all the despair

As the mind becomes clear

I delve into a new type of fear

What will happen to my chaotic side

When I surpass this dramatic tide

But as the calm gets in

I settle the beast within

As I take my final breath

And take a step closer to death

I look back one last time

And in this I spend the last of my dime


By Ananya Bansal





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