What is Breathing?
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Ongoing21m
Last published Sun, Jan 25, 2015
Because when you're trapped in a state of insanity and your conscience is telling you, 'just breathe in, breathe out', while the rest of your body is breaking down with dysfunctionality, you stop and think, 'what is breathing?
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Trigger warning: mentions of suicide, possible suicide, breakups, slight self harm, and alcohol.
My apologies in advance if i failed to mention other possible trigger warnings
Even more apologies for grammatical errors, plot errors, or any other mistakes or faults I may have made as a human being who tends to frequently "fuck shit up".
Thank you for understanding, and thank you for reading.
Enjoy this strange story.
I hope.
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