Deep breaths, a soothe of fresh air,
The slight tightness holding it back,
Someone whispers, the voice not new,
The soul listens, rest assured, it stood still.
The panic gone, the shouts at a cease,
Lengthened at no pace, as if there were here to wait,
Shallow puffs came by, heaving calmly & slow,
A gulp of sanity & a grasp for dear life.
The figured moved as if none to what surrounds was not his.
There was a groan, from which it twitched,
A loud scream to those who empathizes the sufferer,
There was pain, not of stab or wound inflicted.
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