The more I breathe, the more I feel I can’t breathe anymore.
The nights are so long and
The days don’t seem to get me busy enough.
Lights are a cure to my blindness.
The dark covers my scars.
Somewhere along the way I’ve wasted so much energy. I still do.
I’m becoming the person that I never wanted to be…every day I do something that little by little turns me into it…
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