Breathing.
That's all I ever do.
The tears, the smiles, the anger,
they're all just additions.
But my body is different.
I smile,
I feel sad.
I cry,
I feel happy and angry.
Why?
Hell if I know.
I guess I'm just...
Unique.
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Daily Poems (Hopefully Everyday)
PoetryBasically what the title says I guess... But I normally don't write poems because I am bad at writing them...
