Which am I to blame?
Odds stacked against me; I feel so small.
Air is vacuumed from my lungs with sharp utensils.
My health.
My tissue.
Seared out for research!
Their research.
Their slogans.
They're endless.
I would scream.
But air is scarce and hard to keep.
I would fight.
But exhaustion is overwhelming and the pain debilitating
I would cry.
But... thats my water.
I've been so chronically dehydrated.
Odds stacked against me; I feel so small.
Which am I to blame?
Genetics or esposure?
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 5:47 AM UTC
Which am I to blame?
Odds stacked against me; I feel so small.
Air is vacuumed from my lungs with sharp utensils.
My health.
My tissue.
Seared out for research!
Their research.
Their slogans.
They're endless.
I would scream.
But air is scarce and hard to keep.
I would fight.
But exhaustion is overwhelming and the pain debilitating
I would cry.
But... thats my water.
I've been so chronically dehydrated.
Odds stacked against me; I feel so small.
Which am I to blame?
Genetics or esposure?
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