17.11.2015

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And I would throw myself on a bed made of feathers,

I would let myself sink,

Go to the deep end of the ocean

And feel each and every solace,

And how my body weight isn't my  tired feet's problem anymore,

And I would take my heart out of my chest for a bit so she would have more space to beat ,

And I would also take my lungs out  because lately I haven't even been able to breath. 


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