the beauty of breathing
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feeling like a waste of space?
Do you feel like your just being dragged along by time? You have nothing to pursue, work towards, lacking the energy to make your life beautiful?
You can have anything you want. You can have the world. I promise, you will feel so content.
And I will tell you how.
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