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Inhaler


Be my inhaler,

Because on these cold winter nights

The air hits my lungs,

And I can't stand to breathe.

Be my outlet.

Because when I remember him, 

My body cringes,

And I need somewhere safe to go.

Be my shelter,

Because when the thoughts enter,

I am at harm,

And I need somebody to protect me.

Please don't be my abandoner. 

Because I can not handle 

You leaving me, too. 

And I need someone to stay.

 

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Grey

Poetry is life. Sometimes my mind stops and I don't know what to write. But in the long run poetry is a way to let go. I set my dreams free and lets my feelings flow. The whole world can know how I feel. From a line and a word it's my sanity deal. So I write so my voice can be heard. I'm no longer just hidden from the world. -Grey <3

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