Have u ever tried too see how much time can u spend breathless? Have u ever felt resenment against life? Have u ever imagined ur death? Just wake up not breathing in agony, and in every last breath u take that closes more ur lungs in regret u can hear ur angels shouts of misery and rage. And your Demons laughing at your soul, thinking of your wage.
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