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Mario Bañuelos Jul 2014
That text,
That call,
That's all it takes,
For the air to thin
And the mouth to dry
As the blood pressure breaks.

Palms are sweaty.
Knees are weak.
All in a moment,
The future seems bleak.

Thoughts are clouded.
Eyes go blind.
The ground pulls down
And arms are tied, useless to climb.

Body trembles with deep,
burning what ifs.
Memories resurface
As the past is relived.

But the voice within,
The weapon was ready,
Calming the breathes and heart,
Making all become steady.

Though I am stronger now,
Thanks to the time.
I'm still yours,
Even if you're not mine.

— The End —