Asthma
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Writing what I am thinking while I have an asthma attack. This is just my way of getting out thoughts there's no way I would tell anyone if they knew it was me, it would make me seem weak. And if for some reason you decide to glance over my thought process as my lungs decide that working is for suckers, you will see an overlaying theme of strength, feigned if necessary. No one can know just how weak I am. How weak I let this make me.
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