Prompt: basically being at your limit
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breathe in
breathe out
breathe in
breathe out
in
out
in
. . .
I breathe in through my nose
and out through the mouth.
The oxygen rises upstairs
before it follows south.
It does not exit: instead
going down down down
Filling up my stomach
and my head to drown.
Where there is a way there is a will,
Tempting the mind to splash and
spill.
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