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Souffle. That means breath in French. And many other things that I can’t describe. That means that I am in peace. That means that I have the right to exist Just because I, too, breathe. I, too, am alive. I, too, can speak for myself. I belong to the living ones. I inhale. I exhale. I breathe. That long expiration, As I close my eyes, Is the only proof that I exist. That’s why this word might be my favourite Because thanks to it, I have the certainty of my existence. That’s a short and soft word With a deep meaning to it And a deep meaning to me.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
Souffle
Souffle. That means breath in French. And many other things that I can’t describe. That means that I am in peace. That means that I have the right to exist Just because I, too, breathe. I, too, am alive. I, too, can speak for myself. I belong to the living ones. I inhale. I exhale. I breathe. That long expiration, As I close my eyes, Is the only proof that I exist. That’s why this word might be my favourite Because thanks to it, I have the certainty of my existence. That’s a short and soft word With a deep meaning to it And a deep meaning to me.
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18/F/Paris, France
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
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