breathing is hard
especially when near you
even if you are nothing new
Talking is a disaster
Whenever you are here
I turn everything aside...
and I completely dissapear.
Looking is an obsession
watching you with a deep stare
I feel no wind, no air
can't trun around
i don't want to rely on it
But i'm i'm always space bound
Is this love?
Is this bad?
Is this good?
Is this LIVING?
Anything but this hell.
Nothing I can change.
A dangerous force that I can't control
I just can't stop it.
You just make it
hard for breathing.
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