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Jan 2019
The room fills with gas
Slowly seeping through the vents
Breathe in
Breathe out
I’m suffocating under your grasp
Drowning
My eyes wide open
Lips turning blue
Forming the words
"it was you"
Em
Written by
Em  F
(F)   
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     ---, ---, Carys Angharad and Manuel Hutchinson
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