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Asthma

You have asthma because you can’t breath

You have difficulty breathing, chest pains? 
Do you feel shuffled and clogged like there’s dirt clogging your airways leaving you practically drowning in your own breath when you notice they’re just staring at you? 
When there’s a room full of strangers and your friend left to get a drink so you stand alone and scared and unable to breath? 

You have asthma because you can’t breath
You cough and wheeze as you inhale others toxic words and force yourself through the crowd and it feels like there’s no exit, no fresh air
Air you need air because you have asthma

You have asthma because you can’t breath
You have rapid breathing and a fast heart rate, you feel closed and scared and shaking and crying and oh so alone drowning in  a wave of creatures you don’t know. Absolutely terrified if you trip over your own heel or even dare to choke on your own air 
Because you have asthma. 

You have asthma because you can’t breath. 
Shaking in fear of breathing in the smoke of misfortune and nicotine smoke of others. Their nicotine is unlike cigarettes or their vapes but it’s the brush of their acid melting words and Haterd.

 You can’t breath because you have asthma,
Not because you cannot handle being around others. You’re uneasy, you’re covered in fear and unable to breath. You’re nervous because you can’t breath. You’re sweating, trembling, hyperventilating. You’re scared. You’re alone. 
You have asthma. 

You have asthma because you can’t breath. 
It’s asthma, not anixtey. 
You could never have anixtey because you’re happy. You’re happy. You’re happy. You’re happy. Therefore you don’t have anixtey. You just have asthma because you can’t breath not because you’re hyperventilating of the fear of others stares and their words and whispers

You don’t have anixtey because you’re happy, you’re fine, you can’t breath because you chose not to. You can’t breath not because you’re choking amongst your own fears and guilt and trauma. No,No.

You have asthma because you can’t breath.

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