Out of Air

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~~~

I wept,
as I removed the shards of broken glass from my system

the same pieces that you fed me with,

that

punctured,

slit,

and tore my lungs apart,

Yet something hasn't changed,
for I still wished I could pulverize into

atoms,

and

become the air you breathe in...

~~~

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