Sometimes I feel like I'm holding my breath
Even when I see my chest rise and fall
I feel like I'm suffocating to death
and about to lose it all
I spend my time waiting
for the day I can finally exhale
I'm anticipating
the day that all will be well
But I know this is false anticipation
and I will surely die of asphyxiation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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