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My head is spinning;
my limbs like jelly,
my nostrils clogged
from nonstop crying.

I feel like I can't
breathe until
I remember I can
inhale air into my lungs.

I wish I forgot;
I wish I could
convince my body
to just give up.

It would be so
much better
if my heart
stopped beating.