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An Anxious Soul
The room is blurry,
Unable to get these gloves off of
my sweaty palms,
This thing on my face is causing me to gasp for air as if I wont last any longer.
I'm scared! Screaming for help
but nobody can hear me.
I think to myself, is this how it ends?
Unable to get these gloves off of
my sweaty palms,
This thing on my face is causing me to gasp for air as if I wont last any longer.
I'm scared! Screaming for help
but nobody can hear me.
I think to myself, is this how it ends?
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