Short poem - Breathe

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Breathe...
Breathe peacefully, happily...
That's all she wanted to be able to do.
But in the unfair game called life,
To be able to do so was like winning the prize.
She wondered... Why was it so hard...?
Always surrounded by darkness and fear,
Constantly losing her mind and drowning in tears.
She just wanted free from all of it.
But she knew.
To have hope would be a complete vain.
And so she tried.
Tried.
Tried to survive by what the world called breathing air;
But to people like her, they could see more than what met the eye.

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