When life has a sore taste
when vision brurrs
passion fades
gone
When I have to dig skin deeper to feel the pinch
Numbness.
When I cry and I can't hear my cry
Should I?
The reasons for why I am alive,
challenged.
The essence of my breath
questioned.
Why do I?
Yet I live on
I find reasons to go through seasons.
I find something
Where there is nothing
Strength at the weak point
Grease
Grace
Living life one breath at a time.
The essence of my breath
questioned.
Why do I?
Yet I live on
I find reasons to go through seasons.
I find something
Where there is nothing
Strength at the weak point
Grease
Grace
Living life one breath at a time.
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