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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Hey, I'm writing this while I still can.

It's hard for me to take a breath now. 

It gets harder everytime I tried.

My throat is on fire.

Can you feel it too? Or it's only me?

Tell me what happens?

Tell me why inhaling this thin air become so hard these days.

Is it because life is getting more and more hard each days?

Is this what it feels like to be an adult?

Adulting is hard, they said.

But they did not say, adulting is painful.

Submitted: December 10, 2020

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Angel Acuna-Robinson

Capitulation of growth in brevity.

Mon, December 14th, 2020 5:13am

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