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Oct 2016
The world crashes in on itself
Mixing into a conglomeration of colors and blurry shapes
Breathe
I close my eyes and try to focus
My chest moves up and down as if I'd just got done running
Only
I haven't moved
And as it moves I know there should be air filling my lungs but I can't seem to get enough
Can't seem to
Take
A deep
Breath
My head feels light
Like it's floating on clouds just waiting
To come
crashing
down
Breathe
What's wrong with me I'm pathetic Get a grip
Calm. down.
My thoughts scream!

Just breathe

But I can't
The world won't stop spinning
My chest won't stop moving
And my lungs won't fill
**I can't breathe
Try pretending to blow out a candle
Destre'
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Destre'
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