Many times,
I cannot breathe.
Many times,
I lose my breath,
That blow to my chest.
I need a dark room,
to be able to scream.
My mind
always sees tragedy.
Only thoughts,
without owners.
My hands sweat.
A sense of panic,
burning my soul.
Many times,
I leave things unfinished.
Many times,
I see walls
before my future.
I see chaos and catastrophe.
You are my dark side,
you are my ordeal.
You are an emotion,
that lasts two seconds.
You will not control my life.
I just need...
to breathe.
I will not die.
I just need...
to breathe.
I have not lost my mind.
I just need...
to breathe.
I just need...
to breathe.
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