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dare i even breathe a breath of angry air into the universe,

just because you have a softer heart than i?

dare i even breathe a breath of angry air into the universe

just because you didn’t string words into a reality to be shared with me?

who am i to long for moments that are never coming back with such a fierce pull that i fail to open my eyes to the moments fleeting? who am i to expect a single thing from you? who am i to think that history means you and i are connected in the ways i believe we should be? who i am to feel one ounce of this? who am i to paint the world and not give everyone around me a tool by which to erase the parts they dislike?

dare i even breathe a breath of question into the universe,

least i float away?

for if i breathe even one breath,

inside my skin will lay loud empty echoing space,

and nothing else.

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