As I sit here struggling to breathe falling to one knee.Wondering what is happening to me. Could this really be is this my destiny. I don't die of a stroke,old age.Like a dope on a peanut I choke.I turn on the tap clear my throat with water. This is my last hope. I managed to golf down a mouthful and push that peanut down my throat. And still till this day it's sad to say.Something as small as a peanut can ruin your day
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