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Our chests rise and fall with the sweet burn of cold Hope fills our lungs We are so young, so naive The pain is too much for us all Breaking beneath an invisible weight What hope do we have now How can we breathe How can there be oxygen amongst so much cruelty How is there room Where does it go when all the space is filled up with screaming and we are all screaming out, all of the time Tortured souls trying to find the hope; trying to find the will                                                                                                  to continue on. -M
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Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 3:18 AM UTC
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Our chests rise and fall with the sweet burn of cold Hope fills our lungs We are so young, so naive The pain is too much for us all Breaking beneath an invisible weight What hope do we have now How can we breathe How can there be oxygen amongst so much cruelty How is there room Where does it go when all the space is filled up with screaming and we are all screaming out, all of the time Tortured souls trying to find the hope; trying to find the will                                                                                                  to continue on. -M
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Feb 25, 2018
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