Sleep Paralysis
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Heavy heart, burdened shoulders, tired feet.
How I am standing here? It may be a miracle.
Rebelling everyone, whenever they try to come to perceive my heart.
Did I live a good life or I am just living?
I just want to be free.
I just want to breathe.
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