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It's so hard to breathe around a broken heart.

The weight of it rattles my limbs and bends my knees.

it burns like gall and hellfire in the pit of my gut.

It presses against the back of my eyes and thins my air until i gasp and gulp, starving for a wish, gagging on shame and bile.

My breath is bitter with unspoken things

Ego and fear scratch and pick at my composure until it's weeping and raw with pain.

I have had a debt that was tucked up deep inside my chest, given to me on the day of my birth.

A voice that tells me I have outlived tolerance, outstayed welcome, and this frantic scrambling for a foothold could end if I would just let go.

It's so hard to breathe through the breaking of a heart when all you want to do is let it go.