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The words taste bitter in my throat
They choke me
I stutter as I try to draw in air
Tears bite into the corners of my eyes
But I refuse to let them escape from their cage
Weak and in a daze, I'm left tripping over my own two feet
Every beat of my heart feels like my last
My skin crawls with an invisible swarm of insects
My teeth chatter louder than my own thoughts
I attempt to calm myself
How foolish of me
I'm not ready to let you go
But you're slipping away so swiftly.