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I�m tired of wanting more.

I can breathe the air around me,
It can fill my lungs.
I can bring my hand to my face,
And feel the skin there.
I can dig my nails in,
I can wince at the pain.

More,
It�s subjective.
I have so much,
And to some,
So little.
I can breathe the air around me,
Millions have not the same privilege.
I am living.

ALIVE.

I can scream,

And people listen.

Written by Nixprty

Published 5th Jul 2024

Author's Note

My suffering is not in vain, it is enjoyed by the people who watch as I turn the pain to poetry. I am oddly happy today, to be breathing. To be alive.

#bittersweet #gratitude #hope

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