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Aug 2021
There's no air in the lungs; no space to scream.
Fog climbing the throat, you can barely breathe.
Vision is messy, heartbeat is loud, your brain
is being choked and you can't make a sound.

A timer is ticking but there is no alarm:
no end goal, no consequence, no evil, no harm.
yeah
gray
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gray  17/Non-binary
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