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I Cannot Breathe
I just want to breathe. I'm tired of sitting here in the clutter, shaking my knee, staring at the wall. I'm pounding on the steel box. I want out. I want to breathe.
Waiting
...still waiting
There is corrosion to my soul. Steel wool and paint cannot fix this one...
| On June 25th 2007 numbbbb0z Said : | |
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Try to find the tube - that lets you so. That lets you want. That helps you will. Good poem :) |


