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Choking. Dying.

Even in my dreams,

my days are dark and dismal.

My mind is so cruel.

My mind is a maze,

and I am always so lost.

It takes the edge off.

Give me a new dream,

a breath of clean, and fresh air.

I’m choking. Dying.

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