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Why Can't You Breathe?

You cut me then ask why do I bleed.

You push me to the ground then ask how did I get that scrape on my knee.

You choke me and ask why I can't breathe.

I was the one who bandaged the cut.

I was the one picking myself up off the ground.

I was the one trying to breathe.

I should've stayed out of that rut.

You didn't me when I was around.

When you were around I missed me.

By Selena Myers

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