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the walls they close in, my breath seems to quicken, my thoughts began to whirl, i can't breath- i can't seem to grasp it, did i forget? i'm not forgetful, am i? ah, i can't think straight, things began to slow down, i can hear them yelling, but i can't, its drain out from my own breath, the sirens blare loudly in my ears but they seem so distant, my eyes began to close as i drift, my breath steadies, it slows, then stops.
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Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 1:14 AM UTC
the walls are closing in
the walls they close in, my breath seems to quicken, my thoughts began to whirl, i can't breath- i can't seem to grasp it, did i forget? i'm not forgetful, am i? ah, i can't think straight, things began to slow down, i can hear them yelling, but i can't, its drain out from my own breath, the sirens blare loudly in my ears but they seem so distant, my eyes began to close as i drift, my breath steadies, it slows, then stops.
#death#breathing#suffoacting#yelling#ambulance#heartattack
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Cisgender Female/my broken mind
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 1:14 AM UTC
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