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Published: 2007-07-14 13:38:39 +0000 UTC; Views: 152; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 3
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Eyelids like moths fighting the windResist, resist.
Is this a dream yet?
A number of moments pass
(Five, to be exact)
In the form of breaths:
Inhale,
Exhale,
Inhale,
Exhale,
Inhale...
Brain turns to stone.
Am I choking?
I can't catch my breath.
Am I moving?
I'm falling to my death.
It's so quiet.
I think I've gone deaf.
Am I... ohgod OH NO
HELP. Oh GODpLEASE
MOTHER IMGOINGTO-------
wake up.
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Comments: 1
SoothingAngel [2007-12-09 14:49:47 +0000 UTC]
this poem felt like, like you could see the chaos about to yank you down,
only down --
it was waking up.
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