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somedays its crushing
life.
somedays its all i can do to smile
to pull a breath into my shaky lungs
and still my hands against the tremors of my legs
i want to press pause. or press stop. for good. 
everything aches,
from my head to my chest to my knees to my back to my wrists to my eyes-


stop
stop
stop
stop please stop
stop
im done
im tired
im done
im tired (and i think ive said this before i think ive said this before i-)


im breathing. i swear im exhaling. i swear im trying. i sweariswearisweari-
im remembering now, the days when 
pulling air into these lungs wasnt so difficult
when laughing freely was mere assignment
when smiling openly wasnt so tedious
and hugging didnt make me want to dance my way off a cliff
of my own thoughts 

but now id very much like to crawl out of my skin into your veins
and feel something other than my freezing blood and trembing hands 
and tired eyes
because of one too many all nighters 
because of my shallow breathing and foggy thoughts


could you find it in you to fix this?

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