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Mar 23
I don't think I'll ever be rid
of the crushing walls
on top of me

suffocating
crushing
can't breathe

I try to smile
through the pain
but I think it's more
a grimace

Does it matter
anymore
if I'm breathing?
through the pain

If there's dust in my lungs
almost enough to grow flowers
or maybe water now
but I can't breathe

I think maybe
it hurts still
but I can't feel
anything much more

The walls on top
sit on my chest
suffocating
choking

Maybe it's better
to give up
and let them
stop
me
end
it
all

But maybe I should
keep
fighting
there's something
out there
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     Cassian and Sable Nocturne
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