Flatline Poem by Jacqui Barnard

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I cant breathe, I cant breathe, oh my god I cant breathe
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Just breathe…push down the nausea, bring up the breath
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Its OK, its OK, they don't judge, its OK.
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Breathe, please breathe, breath on your lips and the air in your lungs
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Why are you crying? WHY ARE YOU CRYING? ? ? ?
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Idontknow.Idontknow.I JUST don't know.
OH MY GOD I CANT BREATHE! ! ! ! !

It swallows, it grabs, it chokes________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________1………____2…….____________3……
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It stopped.
Ive stopped.

Glug… Glug…the lazy bubbles of the pump in my fishbowl.
I'm under water, staring through the glass.
Why am I here?
What am I doing?
It doesn't matter.
Nothing matters.
As long as its stopped.
Nothing else matters as long as its stopped.
Stopped.
Stop.
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