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Hold your breath; Let it squirm inside of you. Let is dissolve in your captivating lungs transforming into an aeration pump, Laboring for the red river within your flesh. Feel your exhausted muscles loosen Flowing with your inner current, And your withered heart wade back and forth in your wounded chest. Let your somber eyes fill with that very water, And let it glide to the bottom of your beautifully flawed mask. Notice that your plagued mind Begins to drift In and out of consciousness And your dire need for oxygen increased. Now breathe; Gulp down the air that you tried so hard to keep out. Welcome it. Guide it around your vandalized temple And point out all your bewitching flaws, As if you were someone else criticizing a beautiful piece of art. Point to your ragged lungs And explain that this was where you practiced taking small breaths In fear that if you took one just a little bit bigger you would be poisoned with the air that others spat on. Then, show it to your fatigued muscles And how you spent every waking second in the crowds flexing them In hopes that maybe just maybe If you appeared just a little bit larger The others would leave you alone. Bring it to your heart And show it what you did, Laugh at your cruelty Because in an attempt to make it better You sliced it apart. Then, go to your eyes That had seen the worst of things That cried so many rivers, But they only seemed to get worse Because crying was the only emotion That would dare show itself in front of you. Out of all the things that you And the others did to push you down: Understand that the breeze is there to help. It's not there to judge you Or hurt you even more; It's there to clean out the pipes And the drains. It freshens you And helps you get back up time and time again. It understands that sometimes your dreams That you had once loved Can turn into your nightmares, And all you can do And will do To fill the hole in your chest, Is breathe.