heart attack
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I can’t live without you
I’m not ready to give you up
Dad
You have to be there for me
I remember the night I called mom
In tears and you answered. I’m sorry
Something calls beneath my veins
what's suppose to be quiet is now so loudly insane
I hear my pulse quickening as the beating drums
quicken faster to the searing sun
it's racing faster as I try to breathe