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The air clings to my lungs Sticky and burdened with grief Displeasing, shallow gasps where once there was so much life Once there was laughter. Once there was happiness The sweetness of it all now turned bitter and black The weight sits on my chest With a pressure Confining Unnerving And yet I breathe And with each breath clearing the scattered soot I can see a new horizon Its golden light peaking from behind the choking pall And I remind myself: Let it go. That was not happiness. Let go of what you thought was happiness. It was never real. It was a dispersion of roses now wilting in the sun Uncovering the green, vibrant life underneath Still growing Reaching for the warmth Spreading like wildfire The Truth of Self Now free I breathe
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
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The air clings to my lungs Sticky and burdened with grief Displeasing, shallow gasps where once there was so much life Once there was laughter. Once there was happiness The sweetness of it all now turned bitter and black The weight sits on my chest With a pressure Confining Unnerving And yet I breathe And with each breath clearing the scattered soot I can see a new horizon Its golden light peaking from behind the choking pall And I remind myself: Let it go. That was not happiness. Let go of what you thought was happiness. It was never real. It was a dispersion of roses now wilting in the sun Uncovering the green, vibrant life underneath Still growing Reaching for the warmth Spreading like wildfire The Truth of Self Now free I breathe
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miya
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
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