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Seconds do not feel like seconds any more Minutes seem shorter than they did when I was young Years pass by without much ever happening Nothing is right but then again nothing is wrong Maybe that could be the problem That life’s slowly passing me by I walk around with my shoulders arched Like I’m afraid to even try Yes, I’m certain that’s the problem I’m too scared to stop asking why Do things come so easily to others That to me so far have been denied The air does not feel like air any more Each breath feels like it is racing my heartbeat I wonder sometimes which one will  prevail The air in my lungs or th