I Can Breathe
Wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast,
breathe.
Drive to school, go to class, do my work,
breathe.
Only one more hour,
Only half of an hour,
Only ten minutes,
breathe.
And now, finally, I'm home.
And now, finally, I'm in my room.
And now, finally, my guitar.
I can breathe.
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