Jan 2019
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 help 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 help me,
I think i'm letting go.
HELP ME!!!!!
(17/Gender Fluid/Up Your Ass)
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