I inhale all my faults,
 with great difficulty,
and I exhale them all out,
 with ease,
as I realize that the fire,
 inside me is too proud,
to be extinguished with such trivia.
I realize the utter felony,
 of my thoughts.
Cluttering my heart and soul,
 like a garbage dump.
I entangle myself from the chaos,
 dip my swollen face,
 into the ice-cold water of courage,
and rise up,
knowing that my demand was not much at all,
for all i asked for was,
a little peace.
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