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Jan 2018
Choking,
Just beneath the surface, I drown in the weight of the subconscious.
Choking,
I gasp for the relief of release
But still the tightness in my throat won't go,
like a wave crashing down; the pressure is non-relenting.
Choking,
I give in
Letting the thickness of suffocation overtake all, then-
Glory,
Choking no more the lights of spastic magnificence flash in my mind and I, dead, find a new energy of one fighting to live.
I breathe again.
D Baby Bey
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D Baby Bey  26/M/U.S.A
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