My life is a
paradox of
gasping for air
and choking
between the breaths.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
My life is a
paradox of
gasping for air
and choking
between the breaths.
When will I ever be able to
poke my head out of this constant vacuum?
Just to fill my lungs with crisp air,
and savor it.
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