It’s just a soft breeze,
but my life has
yet to find it’s
roots and collapses to the
ground crushing
everything
I built.
I try to pick up
the pieces but it’s getting
harder and I’m
tired.
Too tired to keep
breathing through the
fire in my
chest and the
emptiness in the
air.

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