Breathe

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Past memories resurface

Once hidden from sight. 

Gasping for breath

As your hands squeeze tight. 


Drowning in sorrow

As you pull me under. 

At such a young age

All I can do is wonder. 


Is this just how it is?

How it's supposed to be?

I'm still gasping for breath,

And still your hands close around me. 

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