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Breathing

By fire Rise

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I breathe in. Scent which I could label with my eyes closed ecircles my nostrils. An Unrequitted love I Hold on to. Slipping through my fingers, any reality I knew. I breath out. I breathe in. Hold my breath, in wait for that smile that I know will never come. For that embrace I will never be in. The kiss that will never touch my lips. tears trickle down my cheek and with pain I press on. I breathe out. I breathe in. Every breath getting harder to hold on to. Seems to be no reason to breath back out. If I hold it in long enough darkness will cover me. I miss him. He sitting right next to me, and I cant hold him. I miss him. His smile reflects back! Was that for me? I breathe out. I Breathe in one last time. The Love I wasted and never got to share. I wish I would have pulled myself through and loved someone who was worth my heart. Conciousness ticks back and forth like a grandfather clock. The pain is so sureal! I try to scream " I AM SORRY I EVER LOVED YOU!" but it is much to late now. I don't breathe out. Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 08:26 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10

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