Breathless
Today I’m breathless. It’s not that there’s no air to be had, oh no; it’s more that I’m holding my breath. I don’t know whether to exhale, these days, or hold it in for another minute.
If I breathe out, I’ll lose this precious lungful. If I don’t, I’ll die.
There must be another way.
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