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Still and silent I float in the deep blue, the ocean is my master and I its slave. Heels, check. Face, check. Glasses – better leave those here – check.
It doesn’t matter if you have blemishes from those who’ve shaped you; you are beautiful- lean and tall, getting thicker as my eyes travel down.
To love and to be loved,
Can I live? As I proceed to exhale. When life with hands you limits just know you were born to excel. The road might be rough but you have to aspire to succeed like you can't fail.
I inhale pain and exhale strength.
My heart is heavy and my head is unclear Waiting to Exhale My eyes are watering and my soul is crying Still waiting to exhale My hands are trembling and my smile is weak And I'm still waiting to exhale
every exasperated sigh is a painful reminder of how unhappy you are here. I cringe when I hear you You are like a machine on its last run, ready to give in at any given moment