It's getting hard to breathe.
The walls are now closing in.
My sight is starting to fade.
I can only hear the screaming.
Everything is now gone.
That scream, it's-it's mine.
The walls are my lungs.
This is me dying.
Slowly and Painfully.
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A/N: Hello, if anyone hasn't told you this today, stay in school kids.
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