Breathing
I cry, I scream,I yell, I saw a change in myself.I thought it was me I thought it was you. I closed my eyes,I open my eyes to she that you were the one all the time that was letting me breath.
Breathing
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
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