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Inhale Exhale
It's hard to speak when my mind uses experience and thoughts as a whip
The sleepless nights I've created for myself and others I can't omit
I can close my eyes to imagine grassy fields but I know that sun is hollow
I spread words of warning so other people can learn so I'm not followed
Because, Damn it, how can I breath if every exhale creates a tornado
My vision is blurry and the room is a mess, colors mix and create brown tones
I can't have glasses so I always have to run in blind and speed past hieroglyphs
They sit down and remember what I've done to them. I run knowing I might run off a cliff
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Tony Starqauvious
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