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Sep 2014
I inhale as much as I can, until my lungs are full
and inhale again to fill the void.
I hold it there until my brain begs me to release, and I do.
I hold my head under water with only my mouth and nose free to breathe
And listen to my heart beat
and nothing else and then I hold my breath as long as I can until it hurts and my heart starts to panic,
my brain doesn't know what to do so it doesn't do anything.
Everything becomes quiet
And calm like the sea after a storm
or the sky before one
Then I breathe, but it feels like dying.
Hannah Yardley
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