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I could not breathe. So I gambled with God And put slits in my throat. I no longer needed to breathe. But now I cannot stop moving. Inflicted with indefinite motion, I am out of chips. Then Exhaustion tortured me, He hit me when I closed my eyes. My skin stung when I stumbled. Hand on my throat, Voice in my ear He whispered, “This is how you die, My dear” Making sure I will forever drown, Begging to have died the first time ‘round.
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Sep 13, 2021
Sep 13, 2021 at 5:48 AM UTC
Indefinite motion
I could not breathe. So I gambled with God And put slits in my throat. I no longer needed to breathe. But now I cannot stop moving. Inflicted with indefinite motion, I am out of chips. Then Exhaustion tortured me, He hit me when I closed my eyes. My skin stung when I stumbled. Hand on my throat, Voice in my ear He whispered, “This is how you die, My dear” Making sure I will forever drown, Begging to have died the first time ‘round.
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Sep 13, 2021
Sep 13, 2021 at 5:48 AM UTC
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