Often, when it's hard to breathe,
I suffocate like any normal being.
Nothing happens for a while--
Just the sound of nothing
It's hard to hear, even see.
If only I could resurface,
If only I became me,
If only the world would wait,
My breath'd come.
From inside.
From within.
From my soul.
But the beauty is that I've tried.
And trying is breathing.
Believing is breathing.
I've tried.
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