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Jun 2012
The more I writhe
The more you squeeze
And I can't breathe
I can't
Breathe
Each
Movement made
And my bones break
And my blood pools
Where my split
Heart Aches
And
I can't
Breathe
Each
Trace of pain
Moves to my head
Moves through my eyes
Where the sorrow
Is shed
And I
Can't
I am
Weak
And
I am
Faint
And
Then
It Is
Dark
Like
Night
And
Then
I wake
And it is day
And there is light
Air stirs through me
Air fills my blood
Air cures my heart
And I am freed
Oh I am
Free
Written by
Tanya Ann Erikson
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