Breathing
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My heart no longer mourns for your love,
because of what I've heard above.
I used to miss the rush,
of your skin upon mine,
but I know that further in time,
I will find, I am fine.
My soul used to weep and cry,
almost as if I could die,
but I searched and soon found,
what was hiding inside.
My spirit was shot,
and put down for all to see,
but now it's been lifted,
and I can breathe.
See me...watch me as I go.
I have reached my happy place...
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