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I've agreed to breathe,
I just never promised that I would breathe on my own.
Taking a breath is bliss.
In and out, one after another.
Slow to fast, fast to slow.
So slow I turn blue, So fast I'm turning red.
It's not that I would rather be dead. Its I would rather stop wanting to die.
And it's not that I wish for death, because I think I'm scared to die for the wrong reason.
It's I wish for clarity, a window of guidance. A transparent way to lead me where I should be.
I use to stand up tall To show the world who I was.
But i've made my bed now, And it's time to lay in it.
What's life like without a breathe , and what's death like without a life.
As i take my last breathe, why can't I see the light?
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