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Aug 2016
Tightening, tightening.
That’s how it feels.
Like a hand around my windpipe,
cutting off my air.
I can’t breath.
I can’t speak.
I can’t do anything but suffocate.
Please, oh please!
Just let me breath.
Ravanna Dee
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Ravanna Dee  24/F
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