Breathing

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    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.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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