I
am
fighting
with
every
Breath
to
Breathe
in
again
the
next
second.
But
it’s
not
the
Truth.
It’s
a
Metaphor
for
how
I
cannot
bear
to
be
Alive
in
this
moment,
these
days,
weeks
like
this.
What
the
hell
is
Time
to
me
now.
But
how
dare
I
Wish
to
Die.
How
dare
I
Believe
that
Anything
is
better
than
Breathing
in
the
air
next
to
You
and
all
your
Foes
that
resemble
mine.
I
Never
wished
to
Die
though.
You
assumed
so
because
you
think
Fighting
means
I’ve
already
admitted
that
I
am
Wrong.
You
think
I
Fight
because
I
must
prove
to
you
and
Myself
that
I
am
Right.
There,
you
are
wrong.
I
am
Fighting
because,
as
Difficult
as
Breathing
is,
it
is
Always
so
damn
refreshing
to
take
in
Another
Gasp.
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