January 24, 2011
Breathing in...
is hard to do
when Darkness smothers you.
When rocks
are crushing your chest,
and lies are weight down
your heart.

is vital
to me and you,
But sometimes
when crying is all you can do.

Breathing is
what keeps me alive.
is what keeps me thinking of you.

Breathing is my life
and you,
are my hell.

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