She can't rememberMy lungs aren't catching enough air in the net that replaced the walls that kept in all the oxygen I used to breathe freely. I lost control of the way my whole breathing function used to work, air going through my mouth because instead of speaking I just leave my lips hanging open for lost bullets to stun my lungs, with holes all over the place.More Like This
I don't have time to keep in the air in my popped lungs because I'm always on the move and I can't stop my aching feet from running long distance before they take a rest. I can't be satisfied with what I have and you're bearing holes into my dreary gray eyes because they're so tired and unfocused on what lies ahead of them. And the signals they're getting from these blurry pictures are nothing significant to them, while even if these silver orbs could concentrate long enough on their surroundings they wouldn't remember the memories that were placed in a box and mailed to her brain, her heart.
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