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I am going under
The papers. In hand
I feel my knees give out
I struggling fighting for air
Grasping for something anything to keep my head above water
Im going under
I feel the singe like a hot poker in my heart
Taking the breathe right from my lungs
Everything is closing in on me please do not take my sanity
Please do not take my reason for being
I lay down
there it is again
i cant breathe
I am going under
I feel my knees give out
I struggling fighting for air
Grasping for something anything to keep my head above water
Im going under
I feel the singe like a hot poker in my heart
Taking the breathe right from my lungs
Everything is closing in on me please do not take my sanity
Please do not take my reason for being
I lay down
there it is again
i cant breathe
I am going under
Published 27th Feb 2020
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27th Feb 2020 6:24am
Hard hitting. The first two lines made me think this could be about someone who has been sent news of a loved one's death or a wife being unexpectedly sent divorce papers by a want-out husband.
