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  • Writer's pictureKyx

can't breathe

classroom. too loud. too happy. noise. pressing in on all sides like 2 walls pressing in on both sides, trapping, ensnaring. both arms out, but no way of pushing them out. alone in frustration grief. pain. suffering. one final resistance against them. and the walls collapse pressing further in before burying me in happiness I cannot relate to. I lie, stuck.


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