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at first these four walls were closing in on me in the darkness limiting my air supply inch by inch ****** i should have taken comfort in that now im free falling nothing to hold, nothing to lean against air rushing into my lungs but nothing coming out **** i hope i dont hit rock bottom
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
darkness
at first these four walls were closing in on me in the darkness limiting my air supply inch by inch ****** i should have taken comfort in that now im free falling nothing to hold, nothing to lean against air rushing into my lungs but nothing coming out **** i hope i dont hit rock bottom
life is funny...has a way of bringing you down just when everything is going so right....im trying to find my wings
ajw
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
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