Breathing gets more painful
Every day.
We let ourselves dissolve into the background;
Invisibility often seems more bearable
Than our vulnerability
To words.
How many times has the word "Happiness,"
Been thrown around,
Seemingly desirable for all?
Here we are, the hurting;
And no one around is helping.
I know the feeling of nothing,
I know the feeling of everything;
And through all of this I have learned one thing:
All we can do
Is keep breathing.

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