A garrote, tightening around my blackened lungs
I was drowning
I had drowned.
Like ****** searing pain through my veins
I was falling
I had fallen.
Tar, filling my mouth with poison and lies
I was choking
I had choked.
His light was like the first gasp of air after holding your breath.
I was changing
I am changed.
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
A garrote, tightening around my blackened lungs
I was drowning
I had drowned.
Like ****** searing pain through my veins
I was falling
I had fallen.
Tar, filling my mouth with poison and lies
I was choking
I had choked.
His light was like the first gasp of air after holding your breath.
I was changing
I am changed.
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