I try ot think, I try to breath, I wonder if I'm even living; I walk through each day—
lonely, on a journey with no end, no one beside me, no one looking my way
I do what I can to breath again, yet every time I try it comes to an end
Why can't I live, if just for a moment, to see what wonders stand before me
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YOU STOLE THIS POEM FROM ME! ! ! ! You tweaked it a bit, but this is a clear rip off of my work. How Sad! ! ! ! !