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Seeing Past It

I just can't see past it
It's thick pain fills my lungs
If I could see past it
and leave those toxic fumes
It blinds my eyes
Hazes my senses
Leaves me tired and shattered
Fighting and fighting
If I would see past it
struggle through it
Get to the places where i want to be
Then I will be ok, we will be ok
Don't fuel the fire
that makes the smoke
that clouds my vision
And i will be myself again.

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