The Air We Need
I grip around his through
I apply pressure and stretch my fingers around his neck
He try to stop me with all his might
He used his hand to punch me with all his might
And uses his legs to try and throw me off
With each try of either method he gets weaker
I feel his attempts get weaker as the air disappears
I watch as the light in his I slowly dims and darkens
Then I see the startling realization before the light complete darkens
he's dead
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