Every heart beat dripped into the next until a puddle formed of what could of been sweat, blood or perhaps tears. Her breath sat still in front of her, lapping up the inhales and exhales until their was nothing left to steal. It mocked her, her only source of oxygen just floating there, knowing that she had no way of grabbing hold of it. It swam around her heart and pulled until her beating muscle suffocated. Only a week away, a week without a single breath.
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