Mar 2015
How do you breathe so silent?
I grow more and more
labored in each breath.
I remember the days
you told me to never be like you.
Well Iām not. Iām certainly different,
possibly worse.
I grow more and more
labored in each breath.
I remember the days
you told me to never be like you.
Well Iām not. Iām certainly different,
possibly worse.
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)
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