To breathe, is simple:
Air goes in, and out, and in, and out.

But how does it feel,
When you can't seem to breathe?
Is that death,
Or maybe, not even close?

The hands make their way up to the throat,
But not for you to choke.
Yet, you still, can't breathe;
Somehow alive, though still weak.

Often could a person scream,
But how, would a mute be seen (noticed)?

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The last lines sound any familiar?