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There’s a man at my job. He’s always angry, like the world owes him something. He breathes out just to breath back in again. And then he holds it. Doesn’t he know he’s choking himself? You can’t die from choking yourself, But you will surely suffer. Some people laugh, because the actual thought of someone choking themselves is kinda funny. He doesn’t want to talk to people. Now he’s choking himself in silence. All this choking isn’t good for your body. You could die sooner. Maybe he doesn’t care because he doesn’t feel like he’s living anyway. Or maybe he gave his life away. To work. To his mistakes. or To his past.
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC
// The Choking Man //
There’s a man at my job. He’s always angry, like the world owes him something. He breathes out just to breath back in again. And then he holds it. Doesn’t he know he’s choking himself? You can’t die from choking yourself, But you will surely suffer. Some people laugh, because the actual thought of someone choking themselves is kinda funny. He doesn’t want to talk to people. Now he’s choking himself in silence. All this choking isn’t good for your body. You could die sooner. Maybe he doesn’t care because he doesn’t feel like he’s living anyway. Or maybe he gave his life away. To work. To his mistakes. or To his past.
The only liable limitation is yourself. In order to fly you gotta give up the **** that’s weighing you down. It’s your choice.
_Visceral__
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC
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