November 13, 2011
Breathing in
is hard to do
when Darkness smothers you.
When rocks are
crushing your chest,
and lies
are weighing on 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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