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Apr 2013
Too much going on
Too much circling me
My breath slows as I tell myself
"Everything will be okay" and only for a moment does that work
Before I began to slow my breath even more so I wouldn't have to take another breath
Because breathing comes with too much trouble
Every breath I take I get a new problem to deal with
Each inhale ices my lungs with trouble and each exhale burns my nostrils with worry
Maybe I just need to stop breathing
Francisco DH
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Francisco DH  21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina
(21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina)   
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