My breath comes in pants,
My hair like whips to my face,
Fresh air fills my lungs like a poison,
Sunlight blinding my eyes.
I know I can make it!
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Poetry
PoetryThis book can't even be described. It's just a book of the poetry that I've randomly written. Sometimes they're really short, long or moderate. Enjoy! ~Love, Fids
Freedom
My breath comes in pants,
My hair like whips to my face,
Fresh air fills my lungs like a poison,
Sunlight blinding my eyes.
I know I can make it!