Suffocating is a slow way to die

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I lay down and my breath hitches,
My lungs won't open,
They're bound with stitches,
I twitch to revive,
But I'm lost in the panic,
I cannot reach help,
I cannot focus,
The air will flow through me,
As if I no longer belong,
I've become an entity,
21 years gone,
I never existed,
All my words forgotten,
My bones will dissolve,
And my soul will go rotten,
I am no more,
But my voice will remain,
Trapped in the wind,
That blew me away.

Xx faith.

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