Connection.
Of something small.
Faling to.
Make me feel.
Alive.
Again.
Breathing.
The fresh air is.
Suffocating me I.
Try to swallow the.
Sunshine but it.
Burns my throat.
Point.
We used to have.
One of those.
It was either your.
Fault or my.
Fault but I.
Cannot seem to.
Stomach either option.
For the blame.
Changing.
There seems to be.
A lot of that these.
Days and I.
Have yet to decide how.
I feel about the.
Ramifications of.
Our actions.
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