Inhale, Exhale.

I can’t breathe, has somebody been cutting down too many trees?
Has the sky filled with water, has someone blocked my exit?
I’m constantly looking for a breather, but a hand grips my throat tightly.

Oh, it’s just my own.

So I carry on squeezing. It’s the only way I’ll know.

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