First thing in the morning,
I pull the covers tighter.
I suck in a big gulp of air.
And I hold my breath.
I think to myself,
"You're alive.
You made it through another night,
that you should have died during.
Time to brave the day.
And die tomorrow night,
again."
By then I'm dizzy.
And my lungs scream.
And I smile,
for I have some control.
And then I exhale,
and inhale.
Stale air.
And emptiness.
What do you do before you go to bed?
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