in2 m3 i s33
Monday, October 23, 2017
Inhale. Exhale.
A soft warm hug feels like a strangle.
A glancing smile,
A beautiful song,
A funny joke,
A single breath is now a chore.
And then it's on to the next.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Empty air.
Just a necessity to keep from dying.
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