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Feb 2021
i'll bring myself to breathe again
clear the cobwebs from my lungs
rack my ribcage loose of its collected dust;
oil my joints and tighten the loose screws.
and i am going to cough,
i am going to **** and stutter, but
i think it's time to live once more.
something hopeful
Written by
helios
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