Struggle

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Rough hands against my face,

a fearful copper filled taste.

Struggle but to no avail.

With every twist my face becomes pale.

In a sudden moment your hands fail.

Only to be replaced by a slap of your hand.

Breathing heavy, my body numb.

A twist of life crying out.

You twist, you hit, you slam and shout.

Every breath is harder now.

Blurry vision my eyes give way.

Maybe this time there won't be a new day. 

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