//emotional sorry//
You're drowning, you're sinking, you can not breathe.
You can see everyone above you breathing with ease, dancing freely with the wind. You do not understand.
You feel that unwelcoming feeling in your chest. You lose focus, you are incapable of breathing, of thinking. You feel lost.
But it's ok, you're used to it. Used to feeling alone.
You've grown to know that feeling well.
You still see everyone above, but you know your place is below.
//sorry//
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PoesíaThings I've written. Mentions serious topics. They may not be good, but whatever.