i can choke from the amount of air i breath , and i'm tired , tired of trying to describe what resides within me , i'm tired of having to take a break every line or two to wipe off my tears ; pressing down on my cheeks with the back of my hand , roughly trying to erase that split i have . i choke not only on water, but on air too , each time i feel the thirst of having life , the thirst of living it , the thirst of just drinking and letting the troubles inside soak and drown ... i choke every time i drink the emptiness i see around me ....
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