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My lungs burned.

With what, I could not tell.

Like breathing underwater. Like drowning on land. It burned.

With each breath shacky, unstable. With eyes peeled wide. With unnamed tears. What is this, I do not know.

Fear? Anger? Sadness? Joy?

Relief?

I cannot name this feeling.

But my lungs, they burn.

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