Stolen - Edit 2
Someone is stealing my breath.
Each morning I wake with less air in my lungs.
Each breath I take is shallower than before.
At times my lungs will rebel,
Breathing deeply and taking me by surprise,
Transfusing me with consciousness.
Each morning I wake with less air in my lungs.
Each breath I take is shallower than before.
At times my lungs will rebel,
Breathing deeply and taking me by surprise,
Transfusing me with consciousness.


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