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Out of breath

Nothing good comes if I choose you over me,

I give you my breath so you can breath,

in the hour of death-

you don't even think about me.

Surviving

loving

who you are,

being charming to others

comes first,

you need me just so you can take my breath-

in my hours of death,

you let me breathe

just so you can keep me on this edge,

but I know now

that nothing good comes

when I choose you over me instead.


- Alex Antally 🌸

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