Lately I feel a weight on my chest.
Like my body is being pushed up against some kind of invisible plane.
Like I can't fully breathe, and the air I take in is stale, and recycled.
Like there is not enough oxygen getting to my brain.
Like a silent rage is building behind my eyes.
But all power is ceded to my situation.
And all will improve if I close my eyes,
Accept,
And wait.
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