breathe.

You are a tiny existence.

With those tiny hands. And that tiny body. And those tiny feet. Holding on a tiny crack of soil.

And every drop of pouring rain is aching aching aching your whole body and you are gasping for air trying to breathe just breathe just breathe breathe that only word you keep remind your lungs not to forget. Breathe.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Breathe no matter what. Breathe though you are shivering cold. Breathe though you don’t know how to keep yourself together. Breathe though it hurts so much you want to shriek.

Breathe.

Stay alive.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Breathe through the agonizing pain.

Just breathe.

Hold on.

Hold on.

A little more. A little more. Hold on. Hold on. Just hold on. Just hold on a little more.

You can do it.

You can do it.

You can do it.

You can do it.

You can do it.

You can do it.

You can do it.

You can do it.

Yes.

You can do it.

You will do it.

Cause it is just another storm to go through. Another sleepless and awful night to stand.

And you’ll win it.

Restored and refreshed.

Stronger than before.

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