instead of counting sheep

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I close my eyes
And count my breaths
A thousand more to come
At least
A thousand just now past
They flash before me
Consumed with unrelinquishing
Vulnerability
Breathe deeper
And
Hold it
When will I be free?
Exhale
And inhale
Again
Hold it longer
Pressure in my lungs and
I gasp
Tears prick my eyes
Blurry pictures
I long for relief
From everything

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