minus thirteen

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and it feels so suffocating; every night,
there's these hands that bound me on
my bed, wrapping themselves around
my neck. i can't breathe, and it felt like
a  drowning sensation the more i tried
to struggle, because i wanted to have
the chance of living tonight, but my
sins wouldn't let me escape.

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