Breathe
Breathe
In. Out. In. Out.
It seems simple.
A constant
Life affirming
Rhythm.
Automatic.
Thoughtless.
Careless.
It’s not simple.
Some days it’s
All I can do to
Remind myself:
In. Out. In. Out.
Breathe.
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