No way home

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Sitting in a dark room that gets smaller each breath you take.
Numbing the pain to make it through.
Chest tightens, for each breath brings me closer to the breaking point.
Trapped in a body I can't control.
Losing myself to the pricks in my extremities;
as I fall and can't find my way back home.

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