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Jul 2021
Every now and then
My lungs morph into cement
It's so hard to breathe
And the tears run free
There are no sound out of my mouth
No cry for help to be found
Is a silent pain
A little death of soul
And my lungs are so heavy
I might just let it go

- the longest nights are the ones I can't breathe through
Callamasttia
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Callamasttia  22/F/Kaer Morhen
(22/F/Kaer Morhen)   
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