Breathe
1,2,3 Breathe in -- 1,2,3 let out. That's what everyone talks about. If only it was that easy but they don't really see that I'm feeling queasy. I'm hyperventilating Gasping for air to full my lungs. Whilst its only escalating I'm turning into crumbs. Its sad to see what I've become. My throat feels blocked. Almost as if its temporarily locked. Preventing air to flow And my heartbeat to slow. I'm trying to breathe But something's burried beneath. A undescribable feeling. Stopping you from healing. Breathe in and out throughout. Until you finally loose count...
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