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i see him

memorys scream at me

i choke

i choke

what if i could

forget my sense of sight

and only hear the words

of students passing by 

i would never see light

but i would never see

him cry

can one sense possibly

overpower another

i lied

i told him i was in love

i choked

i choked

to see his pain

of which i have caused 

keeps this thought

linked to my brain 

polluting each cell

like he did

i am choking

i am choking

but not from him

for he is gone

but from the smoke

that curls upward and into 

my eyes

i see myself