Poetry.
I feel like I’m drowning,
Everything is compounding,
Into this awful weight,
I might as well be drowning in a lake,
I don’t know how much more this I can take,
For god’s sake,.
Count to ten,
And then breathe,
I feel my chest started to heave,
I need my breath ease,
So I can breathe.
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