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Tuesday, March 27, 2007

breathalyzer

i stop. i breathe. i stop to breathe. i stop breathing. i drown in the weight of all of my unfulfilled self-fulfilling prophecies. the blackness swallows me. my joys become dim and murky. i gasp for air. i inhale pain instead. i inhale. i inhale. deeper. deeper. i stop.

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