We breathe the same air,
yet I am the one suffocating.
How is it that you can fill
your lungs with such ease
while mine burn and bellow
in agony?
We breathe the same air,
yet I am the one suffocating.
How is it that you can fill
your lungs with such ease
while mine burn and bellow
in agony?
AO Poetry 
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