Passing Panic

Last night, I couldn't breathe 

And so I couldn't think. 

I was so desperate to stay alive, 

I stabbed people hurting to 

Claw my way to the surface. 

I never thought I'd drown in open air. 

I can't remember how it feels:

Just shaking, trauma, and blood. 

I couldn't breathe but I didn't mean 

To steal your ragged breaths. 

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