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Jan 2018
intentionally
I must inflate my lungs with oxygen-
with my deep exhale
they shrink-
with my breath
my newly produced carbon dioxide flees-

life may bombard you with struggles
sometimes until you feel as if you might combust-
you must then
breathe in the good-
and
deeply exhale the bad-

-you're gonna be okay
Written by
Corbyn  20/Transgender Male/WA
(20/Transgender Male/WA)   
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     nanda and Imran Islam
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