My lungs need air
because lately
I've been intoxicated
with the feeling
of not feeling.
Are you happy?
Well good
because my inhale exhale
don't got shit to do
with your full plate
and lunch pale of bullshit.
Not being loved by the world and hated by
faith to me is realistic
because there's so much
you can compromise for,
then there's the rest of the shit
you have to deal with.
Just remember to breathe!

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