It's getting hard to breathe.

The walls are now closing in.

My sight is starting to fade.

I can only hear the screaming.

Everything is now gone.

That scream, it's-it's mine.

The walls are my lungs.

This is me dying.

Slowly and Painfully.

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A/N: Hello, if anyone hasn't told you this today, stay in school kids.

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