Why? I ask.
It tells me to breathe.
At my neck are my own hands.
I try to pry them off.
But I am frozen.
It tells me to breathe.
I can't!
What do you want me to do?
I want you to breathe.
Yet, my hands grip tighter.
Breathe.
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December 8, 2025
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