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A weight collapses my chest.
My lungs are filling with sand.
A chain pulls on my throat,
And the noose tightens its hand.
I feel I’m fading fast,
And my vision slips my grasp.
I claw at my throat,
Hands going slack.
And now it is far too late
To be turning back.



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