The darkness in my house
reminds me of cold wet caves
how dangerously awful it must be
to inhale all that smoke and dust and ash
it's a dangerous job but someone has to do it
As the walls cave in all around me
I can't breath and the air is getting shallow
people gasp for air that they can't catch
I snap back to life
I am in my room with blankets all over me
I laugh
what an imagination i must have
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