Help me find a way to breathe.
When I see the one that took my breath away.
When I see the smile that made me cry.
The one that told me it would be okay.
I see them now, broke and hurt.
Somehow I feel like this is my fault.
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Short StoryMy entry to the #MindOverMatterContest 500 words of my life 500 words that prove I'm okay 500 words that prove its possible. (To The Bone entry)
