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Jun 2012
You're laying there in bed.
So close to sleep.

Then, you gasp for air,
for a second you forgot the world around you,
all the troubles.
But now that next breath,
it hurts even more than the last.

The burden of life.
Even heavier on your shoulders than before.

Tears roll down your face,
though you do not cry.

The silence is already enough to ****.
Brooke Marie
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