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suffocate
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• talk to me can you listen to me now do you understand can you identify? but it's as if you seem to make a small effort but you bend, you're bending my mind, and you try to suffocate, and smother me covered so i can't breathe we collapse our weakened hands fall together at once abandoned they'll fore you down and strap you in, now we agree and understand speak slowly you gotta get it all out now what are you saying? just remember we will always be here...just in case you have been waiting, waiting to show us something or give us some sign. as if you're gonna suffocate, smothering covered so you can't breathe gently lure your submission all the while suspicion grows so be sick of listening to senile old and staggering naive youth pick us up when we fall down ~~finger11
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lizard
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last night, i laid there on my bed. plastered beyond belief, bleeding all over myself. like some shitty piece of roadkill that life decided to cast aside. broken, exposed, empty. when i see myself for what i really am, breathing seems the hardest labor of all.
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burden
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Drown yourself to learn what you hold dearest.
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Freak
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You saw that I was drifting away so you suffocated me even more causing me to sprint completly out of your existance.
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whitechocolatewalrus
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you're drowning in your own oblivion.
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monika
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You suffocate my thoughts in my sleep I can only think of your treason the one that has yet to be awknowledged by you
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unhinged
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sometimes i wake up in the night and i feel like i can't breathe my lungs pull the air in and out but it feels like not enough like my little bronchial sacs don't fill up enough like there isn't enough oxygen i feel like the mountains tower over me and steal my oxygen i hate this feeling of not enough of suffocating, drowning i have always been afraid of this born five weeks early cause i was suffocating myself in the womb the cord wrapped around my neck but my lungs weren't done for 12 days separated from my mother machines breathing for me i wake up in the night sometimes and it feels like i can't breathe gaping like a despondent_fish the way their gills would flap open on the deck of the little pier randomly flapping and flopping desperate and sometimes the survival instinct worked flopping right off the deck back into the water i feel like the clouds are on top of me bearing down stealing my oxygen
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unhinged
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unhinged
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i wasn't imagining things; asthma of the lungs, asthma of the soul
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what's it to you?
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