The Goodbye GameA Poem by Courtneywork in progressMy throat constricts; my heart starts to beat quick from lack of traveling air . I gasp through the wall for a saving breath fs panic takes over. It’s as if I’m drowning. My only hope is to push the thought from my mind. This is the worst feeling I’ve ever experienced.
And you haven’t even left yet. © 2009 Courtney |
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