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The more I writhe The more you squeeze And I can't breathe I can't Breathe Each Movement made And my bones break And my blood pools Where my split Heart Aches And I can't Breathe Each Trace of pain Moves to my head Moves through my eyes Where the sorrow Is shed And I Can't I am Weak And I am Faint And Then It Is Dark Like Night And Then I wake And it is day And there is light Air stirs through me Air fills my blood Air cures my heart And I am freed Oh I am Free
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Jun 12, 2012
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