Intended as an interpretation of
one of my
girlfriend's
drawings.
X-1. Breathe
Give me time to breathe,
I can barely stand the heat.
All around me is moving fast
and I still mourn the past.
I mourn the childhood I once had
even though parts of it were bad.
I mourn that my life is being pushed
by those who, all my life, have overlooked.
Give me time to
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