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It was as bad as consuming a bucket of onions Living, breathing, life Getting up every morning Taking a shower, getting dressed, getting out the door, and into the world A break would’ve been pleasant Being able to sit under the trees Not worrying about time Now that, would put my body at ease Constant rush, increasing pressure Life is like an on going natural disaster What are we even after? Who are we trying to impress? We as humans are deceitful We’re our own best friend Yet our own worst enemy I want a break Fresh air I’m tired of being stuck in despair Let me lie under the trees and breathe Completely let go of who I used to be
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Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 3:32 PM UTC
Breathing Onions, Chucking Up Air
It was as bad as consuming a bucket of onions Living, breathing, life Getting up every morning Taking a shower, getting dressed, getting out the door, and into the world A break would’ve been pleasant Being able to sit under the trees Not worrying about time Now that, would put my body at ease Constant rush, increasing pressure Life is like an on going natural disaster What are we even after? Who are we trying to impress? We as humans are deceitful We’re our own best friend Yet our own worst enemy I want a break Fresh air I’m tired of being stuck in despair Let me lie under the trees and breathe Completely let go of who I used to be
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Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 3:32 PM UTC
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