Biting Down

Deep breaths,

Tears and gross sniffles

Air lacks oxygen once again

This time with no back up tanks in the corner

Reaching

Grabbing

Counts back from 10

Wait! 

There goes that life saving breath

Or is it really?

Just might be the last

This poem is about: 
Me
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