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By Anonymous

sometimes
     i can't breathe.
air filled with holes that
suck me in
      spit meout.
sometimes
      i can't speak.
people too eager to
twist mearound
      lose my meaning.
sometimes
      i can't live.
world readyto pounce at
the slightest sound
      of nothing moving.
today
      itried again.






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