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Deep breath in.
I'm drowning.
Drowning in the cold icy words that often spew out your mouth.
Drowning in all my bottled up feelings, now rushing into my lungs.
Taking my breath for itself.
Breathe out.
It's okay now.
You're gone.
My head is clear.
All the noise and chaos is absent.
Yet the silence feels alien, though i only knew sound for but a breath.
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YOU ARE READING
~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
