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Bubbles

by aaron-diff4rent-mcdaniel

I am an IV bag set up for too long Drained of everything I am I am nothing left but air I am a straight line of air flowing through a tube in my veins It's giving me Chest Pains They say it takes more than a few bubbles of air to kill you I'll sit in a bubble bath with a block of cement chained to my foot Hoping to god that the bottom will clam shell open to the ocean I'll sink to the bottom of a trench am I am an IV bag set up for too long Drained of everything I am I am nothing left but air I am a straight line of air flowing through a tube in my veins It's giving me Chest Pains They say it takes more than a few bubbles of air to kill you All I have left are a few bubbles of air As I watch them float away towards light above the water I've lost everything I've ever held close to keep me alive I am empty of air I am empty
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aaron-diff4rent-mcdaniel
22 / M / American
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aaron-diff4rent-mcdaniel
22 / M / American
Published
Jan 28, 2014
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