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Let's not give up!

I could lead the charge and get us through it.
I might as well wait for a century.  
But, what you think is lost,
I want you to know
Was more air than I ever had 
To breathe. 

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This is my response to Trifecta's weekend challenge, which was to write 36 words which includes the words "charge," "century," and "lost."  Have a great weekend!


  1. I love this! It is so meaningful and thought provoking!

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    1. So glad you liked it Ruby. Thanks for reading :)

  3. I read this yesterday and left the window open to read again. Really a sensitive, reflective statement. You hear about love unrequited, love ignited, but the stepping back and letting the unresponsive love to do their part is a great reflection. I'm impressed you said so much in so little words.

    1. Aw, what a nice complement from you Ann ... Made my day :)

  4. This was beautiful. The line about "more air than I ever had to breathe" was perfect.

  5. Thanks Janna for the nice comment :)

  6. more air than I ever had to breathe


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