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Current mood:chilling
Category: Writing and Poetry
inhale.. exhale.
with my shaky fingers i hold you again
evaluating life and its unknown turns
think..and puff.. think..and puff
ahh.. the sudden relief
the freedom of pain
the distraction and belief
it all seems unreal
and i breathe again
capturing the weapon of destruction to my agony
then i breathe out
releasing it all
the stress,
the pain,
the disgusting feelings that are trapped within
inhale.. exhale.
i begin to live again
the trauma disappears
but only momentarily
breathe it in... breathe it out
the smoke cleans the awful emotions
that invaded me
the long and slim soldier
fights the battle with me
instead of a tear watering down
smoke from my lungs yell out victory
the smoky air that leaves my body
sweeps the troubles that lived inside of me
think..and puff.. think..and puff.
my mind becomes clear
my heart no longer aches
the disgusting feelings that were trapped within,
the pain,
the stress
it all slowly surrenders
to my one true friend
the long slim white object
that i hold with my shaky fingers
everything is killed
and a rebirth takes place
bringing joy and pleasure
and the only thing that i have to do
is
inhale..and..exhale.
4:01 PM
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