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Dec 2015
Who would have thought that breath would ever be something that you have to focus on to make happen

Yet here I am, holding my breath because I forgot to think to exhale

I can not get enough air in and it feel like a block of ice is on my chest holding me down, freezing me out. I feel like I'm drowning but there's no water in sight.
Silver Lining
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Silver Lining
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   Cecil Miller
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