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// The Choking Man //

There’s a man at my job. He’s always angry, like the world owes him something. He breathes out just to breath back in again. And then he holds it. Doesn’t he know he’s choking himself? You can’t die from choking yourself, But you will surely suffer. Some people laugh, because the actual thought of someone choking themselves is kinda funny. He doesn’t want to talk to people. Now he’s choking himself in silence. All this choking isn’t good for your body. You could die sooner. Maybe he doesn’t care because he doesn’t feel like he’s living anyway. Or maybe he gave his life away. To work. To his mistakes. or To his past.
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_Visceral__
19 / M
For You?
Written by
_Visceral__
19 / M
Published
Oct 24, 2018
Lines·Words
30·113
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The only liable limitation is yourself.

In order to fly you gotta give up the shit that’s weighing you down.

It’s your choice.

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