The crisp taste of fresh air flirted with my lips
My head was swimming in a pool of fear
The intensity of it violently took control of my hips
I spiraled down into the rabbit hole
Breathing was the hardest thing to do
Memories flashed, whirling past my fingertips
So close to grasping them, but failing with every attempt
I have never wanted something more
Just one breathe, one more taste of life
One more taste of joy, love, and passion
I was denied it.

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