First One

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They told me not breathe
The poison
in the air
But I was running out of oxygen
it was all that was there

I could feel it in my system
Infecting every pore
Before I even knew it
I had fallen to the floor
Despite of all my instincts;
I was looking
For more.

It got into
My thoughts
piercingly loud like
Gunshots
Controlling all my choices, taking up
Any open slots.

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