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Mar 12
Myself
My skin is sweating but I'm forgetting
How tired I was when I first started and now
I'm fighting through the waves of pain
In my throat, my chest,
Each breath I take is like the final limit.

Because
My heart is tired
Wow. Sad. Sorry Jasmine.
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Jasmine  28/F
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