Conquer
Every few breath is a rasping short deep intake
My breathing continues to worsen.
I walk. I sit. I lay.
It seems I'm holding my breath.
Waiting for it to become easier.
Waiting for life to unravel into a fairytale.
Yet not every fairytale is ever after.
Nothing to expect.
Wait. Endure. Eventually Conquer.
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