Here I sit.
Waiting for the next turn.
Who it will come from in unknown to me.
But I will hold out.
Life is like a breath of fresh air.
Each new day is a new beginning,
but some days, like today, I'm suffocated.
There is no escape from whats weighing me down.
Heavy againstt me chest.
My heart is on the floor.
Everyone around me is adding to the pressure.
Until one day I will break.
It will be nothing new
For this cycle of breaking never ends for me.
Different people, different places that's all.
It's all the same in the end.
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