The world inhales and I can't breathe. There's no air, no wind, no life. The world exhales, returning the air, the wind, and the life. It's safe to breathe once more.
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I can't fathom what it feels like to be happy where I'm at. I don't want to stay here, but I can't walk away.
In a far away land next door, I see the freedom bestowed upon other people. I'm so close, but not close enough. I see it, I really truly do. But I don't have the power to touch it, to breathe it in...
In a far away land next door, I wish I was there...
just remember, dear... the grass is not always greener on the other side.
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