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Breathe in.
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

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

Breathe out.

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Date: 2/18/2017 12:40:00 PM
Sounds like me sometimes when I am trying to meditate, but am too impatient :D Great title too!
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Tricia Campese
Date: 2/25/2017 12:37:00 AM
Thank you so much for your comments!! Aggghhhh!! You're awesome :)