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Nov 2019
I think I am dying or maybe better off dying. My hands are shaking, my breath is uneasy, and my heart is starting to race. I feel you, I hear you, I taste you, I see you, and you are right here. My mind is trapped at this moment, for many different memories are rushing through. I need to get out of this maze because every way I turn it is a dead-end. A dead-end of you, your lips, your touch, your words, you. There is no way out of this maze. I can not breathe now, legs caved in, vision has gone blurry. I have no strength left, how will I survive this maze?
Ava May
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