Breath
Tear down what ceases to bring life to you,
When life seems all but lived.
Strip the voices underneath your skin that sing beautiful lies.
For when the ink is bled,
the blood will flow again.
And when your neck is unleashed from the noose that disguises itself,
you'll breath like your lungs have just awoken.
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