Toxicity

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I want to cry out all the pain

Scream in agony

Until my ribs are sore

My throat is dry

And there are no more tears to cry

Until Ive emptied all the air out of my lungs

And all the toxicity

In my body

Is gone.

And I can breathe in fresh air,

And be clean,

Rejuvinate my entire being.

And be free,

From my own toxicity.

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