Within every breath you take,
you question why you take it. Why anyone would.
You inhale that sharp breath full of used polluted air and you hold onto it praying it won't be your last.

Clinging to what's left knowing every turn, every breath, every secound that passes by worsens. Making your next breath, question, challenge, rot in your soul forever. Weakening the point of clinging to every dying breath.

Rendering your mouth silent.... but your mind. Your mind swirls forever.
~Nat
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