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Sep 2019
I am breathing,
Inhaling, Exhaling.
I can hear the sea,
Soft in the distance.
I can see the stars,
Looking down at me,
Keeping me company.
My hair damp,
From the moisture in the air.
I am Existing.

Yet I still bear the blade,
And the demons inside.
Buried Words
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Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
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