Athenisms

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But this is not prose or poetry.

This is for when I lose to sadness.
When my heart twists
And I just want to whimper the whole night through
Curl up on my bed
When breathing becomes a chore,
Then the tears start to form
Deep breaths, deep breaths, I try
And it does help
But only for a moment
And in that brief second my head clears
Something leads me back to where I was
Deep breaths, deep breaths...
Please.

Just...