My breathing was getting shorter,
and it felt like hot and useless air,
it felt like nothingness,
and like I couldn't say enough,
and like I couldn't say it fast enough,
but mid-sentence,
I decided I didn't like my odds,
not even in the slightest,
but I had to have the second to last,
and the last,
and the first---
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