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Jan 2020
Thoughts raced, anxiety flowed through my veins, I talked myself into taking a deep breath.
Slowly I inhaled, and slowly I exhaled.
If I could focus on my breathing, maybe for one minute I could stop focusing on how much I love you.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Focus on the breaths I’m taking instead of focusing on how loving you can’t happen.
Inhale.
Exhale.
I wish I could talk myself out of loving you the way I talk myself into focusing on my breathing instead of you.
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Chloe Martin Snell
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Chloe Martin Snell
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Chloe Martin Snell  24/F/Canada
(24/F/Canada)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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