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Breathless

Depression is my only friend But don't hold your breath My writing is paper thin Like the skin on my body A paper cut could end it all But I don't fear the fall I fear the aftermath When people tell prettied lies Of how good I was Because like a bag of tea leaves I've steeped in the heat Causing the water to turn black It was there I suffocated Nobody would ever know But don't hold your breath Death saved me from myself

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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