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I've run out
Worn down

The air I breathe 
is stale and starving 
for life.

My hands are shaking. 
'Foolish' they shudder, at me. I've run out Worn down The air I breathe is stale and starving for life. My hands are shaking. 'Foolish' they shudder, at me.
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