Sep 2018
My breathing is shallow,
The air is too thin,
The demons are screaming,
I think they might win.
My vision is blurry,
My heart rate is slow,
No therapy can save me,
I think I'm letting go...
The air is too thin,
The demons are screaming,
I think they might win.
My vision is blurry,
My heart rate is slow,
No therapy can save me,
I think I'm letting go...
(19/Bigender/Goodlettsville, TN)
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