Breath

by vanessa hill   May 17, 2006


My chesting is getting tighter.
I don't know how much longer i will last.
It gets harder and harder each day.
I don't know how i make it thorugh each day.

Its slowing down, very slow, i\'m gasping for air.
I know its almost time but i must tell my family members i love them so much and i\'ll hang on just for them.

its not my time i guess
mu chest is getting looser.
i\'m no longer gaspying for air.
i\'m filling my lungs fill with air.

Now i\'m breathing like i should.

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