crushed by the weight that holds me down
compressed with this suffocation what will i do?
there is no way out and it's time for the survival of the fittest
i hold my breath and pray for strength to get through the toughest times
as the plane rocks and sways i awake and worry about the ride
i am cramped, smashed and taken advantage of,
i think about the size of my heart and the dwindling patience that i boarded with,
the view from outside changes ever so slightly
and my eyes burn from the view.
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