drowning
on dry land
lungs filled
with fluid
thick and viscous
suffocating
every breath
that wheezes
it’s way
in or out
it is bound
to get better
or not
a nap
that might do
the trick
drowning
on dry land
lungs filled
with fluid
thick and viscous
suffocating
every breath
that wheezes
it’s way
in or out
it is bound
to get better
or not
a nap
that might do
the trick
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Perhaps some Nyquil? 🤔
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Been downing the green devil like honeyed nectar
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I read that with a Johnny Cash tone in my head.
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There is nothing wrong with that sentence at all.
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Hope you are better soon
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Lots rest
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Naps always make despair a little more bearable… I think.
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