Empath

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TW: not being able to breath


I come up for air.

There's none left for me.

I gave all I have to others.

I need them safe.

More than me.


I come up for air.

It's all been taken.

I am drained.

I need air.

But I have given it all away.


I feel others pain and give them my air.

I leave none for me.

So I come up for air

But there's none for me.

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