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The average person They take Between 12 to 20 breaths per minute. With you, I barely took 2. I could not feel my breathing anymore, I could not feel my breaths, While tears shed from my eyes, To my cheeks, To my legs. I could not feel anything. I could not feel me. Instead I felt sadness, The loneliest and most empty feeling One could imagine. I felt suffocation. And suddenly, those two breaths, They turned into none. And I did not feel myself anymore, My self as a whole. I was gone, Gone like the last flower of summer. Goodbye, my oxygen.
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Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 9:13 PM UTC
Oxygen
The average person They take Between 12 to 20 breaths per minute. With you, I barely took 2. I could not feel my breathing anymore, I could not feel my breaths, While tears shed from my eyes, To my cheeks, To my legs. I could not feel anything. I could not feel me. Instead I felt sadness, The loneliest and most empty feeling One could imagine. I felt suffocation. And suddenly, those two breaths, They turned into none. And I did not feel myself anymore, My self as a whole. I was gone, Gone like the last flower of summer. Goodbye, my oxygen.
It would have only took one more tree, to keep me breathing.
emmalee
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Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 9:13 PM UTC
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