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I keep holding my breath
When all I really want is
To breathe
Perhaps the obvious
Goes unnoticed
Perhaps I seek the insides
And deny the outsides
When they are one in the same
My distractions
Are my weakness
I’m left alone
Whether I’m surrounded
Or kept in solitude
There are many versions of me
Yet only one
I choose to be
Is nothing
Without you
The toes I step on
The hearts which fail
Have fought
And lost
Because I allowed the battle to end
As weak as you may get
I will find strength
Our ground may be shaky
I will lead the way
For every dead end
I’ll find another door
My breath will remain kept
But victorious
I will be