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Someone is pressing down on my chest.
I wish I knew who it was.
I long to know, so that I can blame them.
Chastise them for my inability to breathe.
Or maybe kiss their lips for restricting me.
Restricting me from inhaling life's suffocating air.
I shouldn't have fallen in love with this tightness.
Yet here I am, hoping it can squeeze me tighter.
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this is a very interesting piece, beautiful
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