The breathe
Now child, you will feel pressure on you but do not worry. We will give you aid and it no longer will be a disability. Not a soul reaper but similar, it will suck your oxygen from you but do not fret, just take my hand and breathe, let the earth caress you with its unseen wonders and soon, all will be fine. My child you have no disability. The breathe you hold is so value that the reapers out their strive to get it but if you keep yourself well and keep your breathe as calm as a sea wave, they will have no chance at getting your breathe.
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