Like thick oxygen,
you push me down.
This sick obsession-
don't cut me out.
One sided,
soon I give up.
Crowded and cornered-
I've left nowhere to run.
I turn to you,
but you're already gone.
This air is heavy,
I fall to the ground.
Reach my hand up,
nothing grabs hold.
And since their is no more air-
I die.
-Beautifully Broken
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