It was until I realize I am sick to death, being unable to breathe, thinking of leaving you. Yet I know I am strong enough to die.

Unaware and blind.
Throwing myself to bed as if I could float or choke or smile or something good or bad or in between or nothing but I know I'm trying to peel off this misery out of my brain.

Broken and weak.
I need more pills that give me a glance if how good life could be without you, how i would be smiling with no heaviness on my chest.

How I wish I know where life will end us.
You and I.
Between rainbows and lines.

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