Gasping for air. Can't seem to breathe in. Trying, and trying, but my lungs won't open. I reach for you, fingers clawing at the empty, anger-filled space between us, but they fall just shy of touching you. Flailing about. Falling to the floor. My eyes search for yours, but they don't seem to meet, to connect. Nothing seems to exist for you, not
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