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Sometimes I can't breathe. Anger takes over my soul, leaves me gasping for clean air. Free of bad - still all is evil; no good - and my soul screams out in rage, burning hot fires, smoking everything, and so my breath stays gone. My eyes open to dance shadows around my mirror, seeing a blank reflection - such nothingness - then beauty, so deeply covered, almost lost and gone. Anger and lonliness slowly, so slowly and painfully, subsides. So now, again, I try to breathe, to live my life. |
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