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Breathe she cried
Just breathe she begged

Banging her fist on her chest
Clutching her throat suffocating

Drowned by her own tears
Held captive by her own fears

Breathe she whispered
You need to live.
Nothing is wrong
Everything is right
I will be fine
Leave me alone
Just stop trying
I can't be helped
no one will listen

**not even you
I've been super depressed all day what do i do
my heart feels so heavy
weighed down by loneliness
why don't you love me
i did everything right
i did things
i didn't want to do
just so that i could
please you
what will it take
to stitch up the gashes
on my heart
that you cut open
i don't understand
i tried being your everything
but clearly i wasn't enough
because you left me
for her
i shattered my ribcage
when i let you in
but i ignored the pain
because i thought
you were all that i wanted
and that pain was a part
of loving someone
but i was wrong
oh how i was wrong
you made me feel so beautiful
yet so ugly
so perfect
yet so imperfect
so loved
yet so unloved
but still to me
you are beautiful
perfect
and loved
when will i reach that with you
or will i never
be able to obtain
you heart
My face is
Not photogenic enough
And my thoughts
Are undercaptured
It is yet dry -
A channel readied a garment full of petals,
Dressed a fragrant flock of grass - to try
To hide
Beneath the rocky routes. It marches
Casting fragrant smells of flowers.

A channel tumbles water,
Runs the torrent forward
Where? I'm eager to know why
It seems to me
A neighbourhood to life.
Ariq is the way a tiny water channel is called in Uzbekistan. It's used to create workforce for janitors
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