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Jan 2019
The room fills with gas
Slowly seeping through the vents
Breathe in
Breathe out
Iā€™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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