After you

Show me how to breathe. How the inhaling and exhaling functions work on this body with so many malfunctioning mechanisms. Bring life into the eyes reeking of death. Perhaps not a bona fide death much more a metaphorical one caused by the grievances. Grievances provoked by birdbrained acts contorting the brain's thoughts and the hearts emotions into never ending cycles of regret. Maybe I knew all along how this would end. I would always be the one to ruin it because I didn't know how to keep the beauty preserved. Believe me or not but I still want you here. Because around you my survival was important but now I have forgotten how to breathe.

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