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May 2013
My lungs are two clenched fists,
Beating against my chest;
They refuse to release;
To give the fight a rest.

Sent a delegation --
A last, desperate attempt.
Oxygen still denied;
Still refuse to relent.

Now desperate for relief,
I raise a white flag high.
The fists demand one thing:
I surrender my life.
2020: pro tip: surrender the parts of your life that **** rather than the whole life.
Rebekah Wilson
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