Putrid

As we all know, Sometimes life gets to be a bit much. It's not permanent, but its painful, and totally worthy of a poem.

My lungs breathe in most of everything,

No matter the toxicity.

Some days I hold in the putrid air,

Until I'm left gasping.

Author's Note

leaving as is.

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[Dillon Johnson]

Hahah I used this in a song. Give it a listen if you'd like :)

https://soundcloud.com/muggababy/sadstate-conquer