I like to hold my breath...
So I know it's so easy to die
But so easy to live
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Hiraeth.
Poetry(n) A homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. Collection no.2 --very old poems--
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I like to hold my breath...
So I know it's so easy to die
But so easy to live
