My throat has been closing up on itself. Sometimes I feel like death. But it's only temporary, because after awhile I wake up. I clear up, and I can breathe. I can breathe.
Sept. 7th- One year with my love.
Sept. 17th- Nineteen years with myself.
Another day passes, another birthday will be passing.
What do I make of it all? I'm not sure yet.
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