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Feb 2013
Don't hold your breath for too long or you end up suffocating
And as you turn blue, your vision askew, your eyes might start dilating
And the air that everyone else chose to breathe you soon end up hating
As you sit there, dying, wanting more, drowning in open air
Nik Bland
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Nik Bland  30/M/Port Charlotte, FL
(30/M/Port Charlotte, FL)   
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