3. Breathe

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My lips sealed, the words banging to be freed

My eyes closed, the weakness cruelly exposed

My limbs chained, leaving my strength drained

My heart begged, the thorns of words making it bleed

My mind unkind, chaos and serenity combined

My wrists a canvas, my only escape at last

My mirror broken, mocking my soul in every motion

My pages smudged, saving the tears from being judged

My silence , diluted the screams with solace

My slavery denied any allowance, yet I longed for one

Just let me " Breathe" once







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