And you fill up the air,
With a poison, a gas,
That you just have to share.
Before holding my breath,
I inhale deep,
So the damage is done,
The negativity, I keep.
Unless I make efforts,
To purge it, to clear.
The stain on my heart,
Brings anxiety near.
I long for days,
That start and stay with a smile.
I know I haven't had that,
In plenty a mile.
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