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Breathe in.
Out.
A chore for yourself.
Lungs fill slow, 
Too slow.
You're impatient.

Don't exhale.
Hold it in.
Let the breathe become 
part of you.

The only clean part of
you.

Hold it in until
hazy.
Dry lungs,
don't fall down.
Let go now...

Breathe out.
In.
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February 18, 2017 at 12:40 PM
Sounds like me sometimes when I am trying to meditate, but am too impatient :D Great title too!
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February 25, 2017 at 12:37 AM
Thank you so much for your comments!! Aggghhhh!! You're awesome :)
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