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My breathing's wrong. This pattern inside me isn't my rhythm. You've got all the control & I'm programmed to rise & fall just from a single phrase of yours and I wish I could even try to get this heart to knock on rib doors build some courage up to whisper truths between the sliver membranes so I can try & balance out the breathing and get a grip on reality cause I'm almost outta that conscious-land & I don't know this man he keeps bringing me to hell & heaven... then back with just his text. (c) 2014
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
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My breathing's wrong. This pattern inside me isn't my rhythm. You've got all the control & I'm programmed to rise & fall just from a single phrase of yours and I wish I could even try to get this heart to knock on rib doors build some courage up to whisper truths between the sliver membranes so I can try & balance out the breathing and get a grip on reality cause I'm almost outta that conscious-land & I don't know this man he keeps bringing me to hell & heaven... then back with just his text. (c) 2014
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
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