Suffocation 

This oppressive air is going to be the death of me.
It’s already killed my spirit and it’s quickly taking my soul.

If I had lived, really lived, when I was freer would I still feel like this?

I believe this is what people call regret.

I wish I had never met that devil of a feeling.

My clipped wings have never felt so tight and I worry they’ll never be full in flight again.  

There’s no sense fighting it right now. 

I can’t see any form of freedom in even my far off future.

I fear I’ll have no urge to live once I have true freedom.

Can someone breathe new life into me?

Can something free these clipped wings? 
Help me.
I’m suffocating. 

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