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Jul 2021
It’s a cold breeze
Yet I feel no breeze
I fight everyday trying to stand
Yet I fumble again
Sometimes I crumble under pressure
Sometimes I’m fighting my demons to the end
Sometimes I let you get too much of me
So I lack
I begin to lack everything that is needed
I begin to lack life
I begin to lack sense
I begin to not see the path i was on
Here comes the breeze again
Donna Bella
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Donna Bella  25/F/Florida
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