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Jun 2018
Gasp!
A choke upon my own garbled breath
Am I a real man now?
Or am I just dead?
A look around
A brief pat down
I survived it
I lived it
I did it
I was it
I still am

Wheeze!
A choke upon my own weakened stance
Am I losing now?
Or just dreaming in bed?
A nasty dream
Pulled apart at the seams
I crave it
I’m late for it
I parade it
I did it
I was it
I still am

Cough!
A choke upon my own stifled laugh
Am I peaceful now?
Or still in the blood bath?
I wipe my brow
I’m better for now
I escaped it
I believed it
I couldn’t **** for it
I ran from it
I did it
I was it
I still am

And if you’re not careful
Soon you will be too
My body has long been healed, but my emotional recovery is going to take a lifetime.
Anthony Mayfield
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Anthony Mayfield  25/M/Santa Clara, CA
(25/M/Santa Clara, CA)   
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