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Breathe...
Breathe... Breathe.......breathe....breathe..breatheBreatheeee
Where has all my air gone?
Did you steal the oxygen I so desperately need?
Or has the air lost its life as you did?
Nothing hides in plain sight like the broken man of yesterday, stepping through each day as if it were a doorway into the infinite of repetition.
Work numbs the brain and drugs dull the pain.
Words comet across the sky
Bursts of flame and rage trailing behind
Brilliant array of blues and greens to twist my world round and round towards the blackest pit the world has never known
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
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Breathe...
Breathe... Breathe.......breathe....breathe..breatheBreatheeee
Where has all my air gone?
Did you steal the oxygen I so desperately need?
Or has the air lost its life as you did?
Nothing hides in plain sight like the broken man of yesterday, stepping through each day as if it were a doorway into the infinite of repetition.
Work numbs the brain and drugs dull the pain.
Words comet across the sky
Bursts of flame and rage trailing behind
Brilliant array of blues and greens to twist my world round and round towards the blackest pit the world has never known
Dedicated to those we have lost
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