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Aug 2019
I have these masses of hollow spaces inside of my chest,
and I don't mean to get my hopes up, but I want to believe,
that you are trying to do some good. But meanwhile,
I am ******* air into this body;
I can't feel my lungs,
and I realize,
that I don't want any of it.
I dont need any of it; I can fix myself
Written by
Luca C  F/New York
(F/New York)   
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