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Jan 2018
breath in,
breath in so much air that it hurts
that your lungs hurt
and now keep breathing in
stop, wait
and let it all out

this action represents life
how?

we can take, take, and take
but sooner or later
we have to let it go
there is no chose
in any directions

/M.A./
yellow-thoughts
Written by
yellow-thoughts  23/F/Forest
(23/F/Forest)   
663
       nim, Saumya, Beeb and nanda
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