The walls close in on you and the air becomes thinner,  and you spend your next moments trying to suck it all in. You’re afraid to run outside because everyone seems to be against you,  so you’d rather let this suffocation cave inside you.  You’ve survived this long.  You.  And those moment of no longer having expectations seem to be in front of you,  you haven’t reached it yet,  because there is that voice that is hoping that they’d come to your rescue.  They never do.  It’s always just you. You. 

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