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Mar 2014
i feel like i'm drowning
but the air is so dry here.
it must be my skin,
my failing lungs,
the way i slip out of life
when lights are too bright,
my brain can't take the pressure
i feel faint
and my body
my insides are cold.
nothing is real anymore.
Christa Casper
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Christa Casper  Idaho
(Idaho)   
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