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Mar 2014
there's cold nights
where I forget how to breathe
and it seems so silly to forget
something so vital
but i'm just not quite sure
that i can handle the weight
of each passing breath
and my lungs are swollen
and softly crying
with each inhale
and they scream at my chest
causing a rise and fall

i shoot bullets from my heart
and through my veins
to **** this feeling
of not being quite sure
how to breathe anymore
this is how depression hits.
Liv
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Liv  NY
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