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It squeezes its grip
Hurting me
Suffocating me
My stomach hurts
My chest aches
I'm gonna break
I pray it'll let go
Hope it goes away
So I make it through the day
I want to breathe
I need air
I hate this nightmare
No more please
But still more
I must suffer
I don't know
What to do
If only I knew
It constricts tighter
But I must fight
I'll give up on another night
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~ Kaitlynn Diana Snow ~
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Dead Lights
PoetryIn this moment Everyone knows Monsters are lurking In the shadows All fuel runs dry And so the humans shout For the last time "The Dead Lights went out." Poetry Book by Kaitlynn Diana Snow Start: 12/21/2020 End:
