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I don't know but i have this sudden urge to jump up and feel a breeze wisp over me.
I want to be standing in a field where horses roam and birds soar high.
I get this desperate need to feel something but with no response. It's like living in a hole. You can't get out but you try so hard too. It helps to climb but your to weak to, so you sit and wait for help. None comes. It's as if i cut off my circulation from the world and reserved myself to others. Gasping for air isn't enough, I need to feel something before i'm nothing but a mute person walking the street with this urge to break things or cry for no reason. I feel as though I'm standing in a vet's office watching a dog's slow breathing each day till soon he suffocates. I'm standing in a hospital where a twentytwo year old is giving birth with no husband but a boyfriend who has a kid. Staring at a man who only has a couple years to go before he dies. Glancing one last time at your beloved dog being taking away by it's offical owners. Watching your own friend being turned into something they're not. A haze of memories or maybe I'm just crazy? But standing in that meadow sounds really nice at the moment.

Description
I don't know but i have this sudden urge to jump up and feel a breeze wisp over me.
I want to be standing in a field where horses roam and birds soar high.
I get this desperate need to feel something but with no response. It's like living in a hole. You can't get out but you try so hard too. It helps to climb but your to weak to, so you sit and wait for help. None comes. It's as if i cut off my circulation from the world and reserved myself to others. Gasping for air isn't enough, I need to feel something before i'm nothing but a mute person walking the street with this urge to break things or cry for no reason. I feel as though I'm standing in a vet's office watching a dog's slow breathing each day till soon he suffocates. I'm standing in a hospital where a twentytwo year old is giving birth with no husband but a boyfriend who has a kid. Staring at a man who only has a couple years to go before he dies. Glancing one last time at your beloved dog being taking away by it's offical owners. Watching your own friend being turned into something they're not. A haze of memories or maybe I'm just crazy? But standing in that meadow sounds really nice at the moment.