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Apr 12
I want to breathe.

To be able to fill my lungs with air,

without them exploding with a bang.

We live for a breath of fresh air,

gasping so that we can live another day

When our lungs are full, we need to breathe out.  

Exhaling out the pain and the past

Our breath is a symbol of moving on
Ella James
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Ella James  18/F/Christchurch, New Zealand
(18/F/Christchurch, New Zealand)   
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     Michaela Beth and Sparrow
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