Breathing

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I wished I would pass out,
For the paramedics to rush to my side,
They would give me oxygen.
I tried to vomit,
For everything inside to pour out,
Then I could have room to take in breath.
I want to drink poison,
The bitter taste would be fine,
I only need the bubbles of air.
I'm desperate for it to not be true,
Just say it isn't real,
I need this lie because I'm not breathing.

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