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Sep 2016
It's not easy.
finding a way to breathe,
a true sigh of happiness.

I despise when,
every beat to the heart,
is miserable.
Makes everyone surrounding that soul,
cry.

It's more difficult,
to live without purpose.

How do you,
Spend your hours of the day inhaling,
what seem to be
joy.

Without exhaling toxic,
before bed.

ÂŪK.S
I can't
Balaguer
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Balaguer
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