what is the anecdote to breathe freely
sans any mask or fake attemps to deceive the air
can it still live a happy life when the breathing itself is struggling between the cosmos of inhalers anf morning exercises
in search of a conducive life or carpeted stage filled with a glamorous shots of smiles
can breathing be an individual opinion or is a vine that needs support to hang its desires on
breathing is a regular phenomena but with a prefix of a Free, it changed its plot very quickly,donno why?!!!!
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