Softly, April 25, 2022 Watch As my fingers turn cold Feel As my mind goes numb Have my thoughts only begun? Have I come undone? Touch As my chest collapses Hear As my breath becomes rapid That feeling in my throat. But have I really choked? Am I really even here? As Far from death As Far from feeling Softly Suffocating My minds Deteriorating
A Poem: On Panic
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Exclusively.Millie
this is pretty good! i love it so much
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The_bugz_system
WOWWWWWWW
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Lee
I love it so much
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. . . aura . . .
👍
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sienna
i love this so fucking much
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Saaaame!!!!
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