There were days I couldn't breathe without feeling like my chest was caving in
I was like a child with brittle bones, breaking without a single touch
I was a storage unit full stacked with boxes filled with sorrow
And I couldn't toss away all that I withheld
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It's hard to have hope while hugging gloom.. Yes the Having hope at times is hard to achieve, Beautiful composition dear. KEEP WRITING.