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Allowing My Soul To Breathe

How can you change
Your brain to rearrange
All of the things
Floating in a sea

The sea of the mind
My fishes intertwined
Swimming opposite ways
While I'm trapped in a daze

Perhaps the dream was right
I just can't get through
The signal has been lost
But I need to talk to you

Persistant to the end
I'm never giving in
Unless you make it known
Your heart is made of stone

This could be for you
Or you or you or you
But really it's for me
So that my soul can breathe

Anything I say
You might underestimate
The meaning I have behind
Each and every rhyme

What matters to me
Is your reading this now
That fills me with life
In ways you can't know how

So just keep reading
If you like what you see
And I'll keep writing
For you and for me

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