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It is God’s will that I breathe. I was a fatidic plan; thus, I Breathe; But I never gave Permission to do such. I Was never given a choice. How is it that I breathe! I burn Frankincense praying for an Answer. Days continue to turn. I am a halcyon hillside disturbed. I am a callow child clinging to a verb. I am fraught with consternation. I so need God. I so need meditation. It is God’s will that I breathe. Abed, afire with angst, I felt a flood of Deception. I have been sold a dream. Life is absurd—a deceptive stream. Have I revealed that I was ordained To breathe? How was I ordained to Breathe? Could it not be a haphazard blunder? Could it not be by chance? I was preordained to breathe. My only vang is breath—it sustains My very breath. Breath sustains me. From breath, I cannot break free. I am again a slave—a slave to breathing. Whoever said it was my desire to breathe? I am the byproduct of a lustful embrace. I am an accident. Was I not a mistake? I am a halcyon hillside disturbed. I am a callow child clinging to a verb. I am fraught with consternation. I so need God. I so need meditation. I never asked to breathe. I never asked to feel so trapped. Existence is a prison. But I must exist for I breathe. Glenn Jr. Marchand (Naïve)

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It is God’s will that I breathe. I was a fatidic plan; thus, I Breathe; But I never gave Permission to do such. I Was never given a choice. How is it that I breathe! I burn Frankincense praying for an Answer. Days continue to turn. I am a halcyon hillside disturbed. I am a callow child clinging to a verb. I am fraught with consternation. I so need God. I so need meditation. It is God’s will that I breathe. Abed, afire with angst, I felt a flood of Deception. I have been sold a dream. Life is absurd—a deceptive stream. Have I revealed that I was ordained To breathe? How was I ordained to Breathe? Could it not be a haphazard blunder? Could it not be by chance? I was preordained to breathe. My only vang is breath—it sustains My very breath. Breath sustains me. From breath, I cannot break free. I am again a slave—a slave to breathing. Whoever said it was my desire to breathe? I am the byproduct of a lustful embrace. I am an accident. Was I not a mistake? I am a halcyon hillside disturbed. I am a callow child clinging to a verb. I am fraught with consternation. I so need God. I so need meditation. I never asked to breathe. I never asked to feel so trapped. Existence is a prison. But I must exist for I breathe. Glenn Jr. Marchand (Naïve)