My breathing is shallow,
The air is too thin,
The demons are screaming,
I think they might win
My vision is blurry,
My heart rate is slow,
No therapy can save me,
I think I'm letting go
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What It Feels Like
PoetryA collection of stories, notes, quotes, poems and other tidbits of emotions. Send your own work I'd love to add it to my collection--and give you credit of course!
