I like him when he breathes
Because in a world where breathlessness is synonymous to pleasure
He would realize that it's actually a world that is oxygen deprived and slowly dying
When He breathes, he's alive.
When He breathes, I know that he feels pain
And he isn't numb to the wreckage of yearning souls pretending to be Free
To be free is to breathe
To be free is to offer hope.
To realize that hurt and being alive
Is better than dying and delusion.
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