*I found it getting harder to breath* *so I turn into varying directions* *so my vision can be blurred* *so my hearing could catch the air* *so my desire can be numbed* *I am neither a painter nor a poet* *till the day I die* *my palms will sweat* *till the day I die* *my mind will weary* *till the day I die* *I know this is not real* *till I am reborn*
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