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I've been working


let me breathe,

been working through winter 

And working through the summer breeze

and the hot wind leaves my body tingling,

humanity cuts me deep,

brutality let the blood leaks

& reality leaves your bones weak.

I've been working through life's knifes

cutting me deep , so deep.

I've been smelling the summers concrete sizzling 

and the bees stinging.

I've witness the winters breath hitting my cold pale body,

and my glasses getting foggy.

cut me deep , deeper then life could cut me , humanity bound to make harsh reality.

 

 

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