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Jun 2018
You told me it’d be easy to breathe
That i’d never suffer
Never long for one good breath of fresh air
I was led to believe
That I could breathe on my own
Sans assistance
I have become dependent
I do not wish to live like this forever
But it I think I have no other choice
You’ve left me no choice
This came from the top of my head. A ***** got asthma
Written by
Rachelle J  19/F/Prov
(19/F/Prov)   
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