With my eyes closed i lean back in my seat. I imagine your cold hands form around my neck.
A smile is on my face as you tighten your grip,
Suffocating me slightly.
I hear you whisper
I love you.
Before suffocating me completely.
I don't struggle.
-i just want to be able to feel something again..
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Air Bubbles And Paper Cuts
PoetryJust some things I never had the guts to say out loud. (Updated daily??)
