this rusty life

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my eyes are getting bad and there's a burning coal in my optic nerve. It radiates in my central chest. Both as a lump and a hole. I see things in opportunities. Both as an advantage and a disadvantage. I breathe like i'm gasping. Each as a wasting and a revival of life. I need to correct this. There is no transposition and grammatical error between lying and living. I need to correct this.