Sometimes O2 doesn't feel like bonding with red blood cells
Who are we to force it
We are the people that need to stay alive
We want to believe O2 is the slave
But we are
O2 can survive without us
We can't survive without you, O2
YOU ARE READING
Words from the three things that make me.
PoesiaJust poetry. Whether it's good or bad is up to you.
