Heavy bricks rising up me, blocking my ability to breathe. The feeling is traumatic. Your body is closing in on itself. You are crashing...panicking. Losing your fight. You keep telling yourself to slow down, yet you race. 1,2,3... counting your breaths, trying to get your weak heart to heal. Once your heart catches itself up to its own beat, you repair yourself and pray the bricks never rise again.
Heavy bricks rising up me, blocking my ability to breathe. The feeling is traumatic. Your body is closing in on itself. You are crashing...panicking. Losing your fight. You keep telling yourself to slow down, yet you race. 1,2,3... counting your breath... stories
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Heavy bricks rising up me, blocking my ability to breathe. The feeling is traumatic. Your body is closing in on itself. You are crashing...panicking. Losing your fight. You keep telling yourself to slow down, yet you race. 1,2,3... counting your breaths, trying to get your weak heart to heal. Once your heart catches itself up to its own beat, you repair yourself and pray the bricks never rise again.

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