Can't Breathe

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By Alexis FowlerPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read

Sometimes, the absence of sound is deafening.

I seldom find peace within it.

Labored intake, struggling to keep fears at bay.

Emptied lungs instantly scream for relief.

Nefarious evil lingers, initiating sleepless nights.

Courage not enabled, lost in sinful vice.

Every creatures never ending long intense silent frights.

Aspiring writer. Graphic Designer. Over thinker. And manic obsessor.

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