I want to breathe.
To be able to fill my lungs with air,
without them exploding with a bang.
We live for a breath of fresh air,
gasping so that we can live another day
When our lungs are full, we need to breathe out.
Exhaling out the pain and the past
Our breath is a symbol of moving on
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 6:33 PM UTC
I want to breathe.
To be able to fill my lungs with air,
without them exploding with a bang.
We live for a breath of fresh air,
gasping so that we can live another day
When our lungs are full, we need to breathe out.
Exhaling out the pain and the past
Our breath is a symbol of moving on
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