Why is it that I hold my breath,
and my heart stops beating?
My skin runs cold, and I wonder,
how much patience do I have left?
Why is it that when I think I've made it,
that I can finally exhale,
I find myself frozen in time?
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
Why is it that I hold my breath,
and my heart stops beating?
My skin runs cold, and I wonder,
how much patience do I have left?
Why is it that when I think I've made it,
that I can finally exhale,
I find myself frozen in time?
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