Someone kill me , kill me please.
It is getting hard to breath.
My head’s filling with anxiety.
All this worry is strangling me.
Stop, Stop, Stop, don’t go.
Because my lungs are about to blow.
No energy is going to flow.
Frozen in place, no one knows.
Slowly, Slowly, I’m starting to calm.
Throbbing head, sweaty palms.
Something had disarmed the bomb.
Slowly, Slowly, the pain is gone.
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Author:
A. F. Naturality (Pseudonym) (
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