It feels like I'm suffocating
The hands from the depths of my mind press against my chest
They won't let me breath
I've forgotten what fresh air feels like
For the hands never leave me
The have surrounded me with a black smoke
The black smoke that is now apart of me
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Poetrya collection of heartbreak, childhood nostalgia, and the peaceful moments that come from simple things
