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Mar 2016
The air in my lungs no longer live there anymore.
It's been replaced by the words I never said
and the feelings I never expressed.
They will live on in there till I set them free.
If I don't they'll die along with me.
I just wish there was another option because
Telling you has past
And death is too long to wait for.
Mikoarenas
Written by
Mikoarenas  Portland, Oregon
(Portland, Oregon)   
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