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Apr 2018
Air fills my lungs
Whenever I take a breath.
Air exits my lungs
When I breathe out
Though, breathing can get finicky at times.
Since it quickens when I’m under stress
Or when I’m panicking
Though, when my eyes lock onto yours
It’s not my breathing that quickens
But my heartbeat.
Sunny
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Sunny  20/Non-binary/autistic
(20/Non-binary/autistic)   
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