Sometimes breathing is beautiful.
Even when things are rough, I inhale.
Even when things are great, I exhale.
Other times I find myself face planted into the ground. Body shaking. World moving too fast. I'm hurling. I'm crying. And this feeling doesn't make me want to breathe easy.
I'm suffocating myself. And right now...I'm not even gasping for air.
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