I choke.
Internally I mean but nonetheless I choke.
Why can't I breath?
I ask those with their hand around my throat,
And yet they choke me.
I want to leave but strong is the hold of the hand that chokes me.
Sometimes I come out for air,
But that leaves me with nothing but fear,
I scamper back to the hand for it to hold me.
The hold is a choke but a choke is a hold and hold is all I really need.
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