Breathing. A simple act. Inhale, hold, exhale.
It sounds so simple in writing. Just three little steps. It's something that is suppose to be natural. All people do it. Yet it hurts. You keep doing it because breathing is what keeps you alive. It is constant. No matter what, it's there. Through hardship, breakups, abuse; through it all.
Breathing is as simple as eating. What a good joke, right? I don't eat. Of course, I eat food. Otherwise I wouldn't be alive. I don't want to eat. I think it is pointless.
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Chaos and Confusion
Non-FictionKit is your average 16 year old teenager. Good grades, some good friends, and spends a good amount of time watching tv. But kit is different in some ways. They are Non-binary and pansexual. Xe doesn't live with their parents, rather they live in fos...
