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Poetry	2018-03-10 00:00:00 +0000	Friendship Toxic	Asphyxiate	poetry

I stopped myself To take a breather,

But I took it far too late.

My reluctant lungs Could hardly handle

The second-hand sadness Yours create.

Each blessing that falls Into your hand

Soon meets its match And asphyxiates.