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Jul 2018
I'm suffocating
My body is shaking
Panting even
Why cant I get any air
Should I go outside?
Outside of this body
This prison of mine
Trapping me with it's human needs and desires
I want outside so badly
I can almost see it
I can see the trees
I hope they come for me
Air will soon follow
Grace Ann
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Grace Ann  25/F/Tennessee
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