the impaired

I do not know what to do
When my lips turn blue
I can no longer hear outside
The anxiety I guide
I was promised serenity
A chance to find my identity
Yet my breath does not refill
Even with that tiny pill
I though it would provide
A reason not to hide
But I am starting to gather
That I should not even bother
For things which are impaired
Cannot simply be repaired

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