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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