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When we fight
It feels like there is a weight
Sitting on my chest,
Restricting my movements
Making me go slower
And slower
And slower.
When we fight
It feels like someone is gripping
My heart,
And squeezing it tight,
Making it beat fainter
And fainter
And fainter
It feels like someone stole my breath
And is constricting my air way, and it’s
Painful
So painful
Oh so very painful.
It feels like someone took our spark and snuffed it under his shoe.
It feels like you are your own person.
And I don’t belong to you.
