Breathe

Dalisunset

Sometimes I get panicked
Like my lungs are filling with water and my limbs are growing tiresome
under the current
And then I wonder if dying is like
reaching the surface, coughing out the water and taking a deep breathe.
I don't know if that scares me

  • Author: Dalisunset (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 7th, 2016 23:18
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 20


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