With every breath I take I feel my chest get tighter. It is as if someone is holding me down. Although o am not even lying down. I see my life flashing before my eyes. As fear takes over my mind. I don’t feel safe for the time I can’t breath, while I long and await him to be by my side. If he were here holding me then I could breath even if really couldn’t. Like a wind tunnel is the way of my lungs as I fight each day just to breath. Even with my airway filled my mouth remains open trying to get the air as my chest gets tight and like a dieing balloon still loosing It’s air regaining my fear. Like suffication taking me over it continues to get even more complicated. This is my life not one I chose but the one I have to live and deal with. Remaining fighting the fight of being unable to breath.
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