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Apr 2018
Inhale, exhale, one.
I can hear the muscles in my heart
They scream in protest
They cannot keep up
They relentlessly fight to keep me alive
She is too fast.

Inhale, exhale, two.
I can hear the fibers of my throat
Begging for more oxygen
But it will not reach them
They will not live.

Inhale, exhale, three.
My eyes try to focus
Try to collect the blur
Trying to see the world as it is.

Inhale, exhale, four.
My nerves refuse to connect to life
They will not hold their vital current.

Inhale, exhale, five.
Restore.
Emma
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Emma  F
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