Just Breathing

February 12, 2010
My chest goes up..
and down.
My eyes are closed and careful,
not wanting to see.
I hear them outside
spewing their anger upon unwilling ears.
I wish I could be more like you
or you
or you.
Or maybe even me.
Anything but this.

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