Aug 2016
it suffocated me.
the inevitability of it all.
and as I lay on the ground gasping -
fighting for life -
you raised not one finger.
though had that been you,
I would have offered my very lungs.
the inevitability of it all.
and as I lay on the ground gasping -
fighting for life -
you raised not one finger.
though had that been you,
I would have offered my very lungs.
Written by
Isabelle Christianson
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