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Dec 2012
Inhale strength, Exhale pain.
The smoke creeps through my lips.
Inhale numbness, Exhale hate.
The ashes fall apart like my soul,
Like my world, like my mind,
And everything that's supposed to be strong.
Inhale strength, Exhale the weak.
As the world falls down around you.
Inhale the nothing, Exhale the hurt.
At least I know I'm breathing.
Brooklyn
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