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A sword flashes through my sight Blood flying from its blade I’m entranced It’s beautiful   I stand slack The image firm in my mind
My chest pinches in an uncomfortable way the air will not flow right slowly seeping out and leaving me breathless   Tears begin to collect,  from the pain,  the pressure,
Short Quick Breaths Try and hold Me together But fail In utter Lack of strength. Massive voids Consume my middle Bigger than me Yet part of Me
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