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Breathe

We still have April
Get up, clean, this isn't
how it's meant to be

Don't say you're sorry
The lump in your throat
is the lie I'm choking on

so please, smile, and breathe
get up and walk into the room,
clean,
this isn't how it's meant to be

Don't say you're going to go away
somewhere far
the air around you
is suffocating me

so please, smile, and breathe
get up, clean, live a little
and breathe. Just  breathe.

We will always have April.

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