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I lay in the familiarity

But it brings me no comfort

My body begins to shake

With the devils inside me

Thrashing and tearing against the walls

That keep them trapped in my body

I breathe

But it does not satisfy my craving for oxygen

I cough, I gasp

But they will not let go

Held hostage to my own mind

My screams muffled by a closed throat,

I lay still, not wanting to breathe,

For it only makes it worse.

Breathing makes it worse.