Breathing.
It's vital to keep on living.
But sometimes, I wish I could stop.
I hate the feeling you get when you stop, like your body is screaming at you to let air in. To keep on going. To keep on living.
The feeling doesn't bother me much, but I wish it would go away.
And I guess that's a lie, because it's quite bothersome.
I wish it would go away, so it would make it easier.
Easier to leave. To leave this horrible place..
And to make it easier,
To take my life.
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Feelings
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